The things she recalled
His eyes, kind smile, gentle touch,
But never his voice
With scant reminder
She remembered his cologne
Subtle sandalwood
She’d give anything
To hear him speak one more time
Though words might wound her
Things Remembered
The things she recalled
His eyes, kind smile, gentle touch,
But never his voice
With scant reminder
She remembered his cologne
Subtle sandalwood
She’d give anything
To hear him speak one more time
Though words might wound her
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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If I lose him, I know it’s the warmth of his hug that I’ll miss the most..
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Touch is the key, right?
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Yepp😊
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Nicely deep Leslie and yeah sound is hard to recall x
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Thank you!
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Great development from the photos
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Thanks!
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