The poignant love. I so get it, as I sing to myself so often, "Will she leave not a trace left behind?"
amber rambler ...WV: paree
She's gone again.
So much more romantic than the socks the Lovely Son invariably leaves behind....
They look remarkably like several of my rings.
I have experienced similar emotions this week stimulated by far more prosaic vignettes.
Better there than behind the cushions of the New Sofa!
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