The Last things I’ll Remember

Holding hands down the street, smiles wide across lovely faces, hair scattered by wild winds. Open doors gently greeting visitors to quietly approach the edge and snuggle tight. Waking up next to you under the vast stars so close yet so far away, but, my love, at least I will forever have you. Rose bushesContinue reading “The Last things I’ll Remember”

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