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WALKING THRU MEMORIES
I tend to not find things sacred
but rather memories
Things can burn up in a fire
but memories are your's forever
Like the first time I saw my son
when they laid him on my stomach
Like the look on my husband's face
when he said "I do"
Like the look on my son's face
when he too said "I do" to his sweet wife
Like the time as a small child when my big brother
put me ...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:39 pm
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