Come, stay with me, my love. Time will slowly pass, and these warm sunny mornings will be spent looking back. But let us come together, and think not of what has gone, but what is to come. And make our tomorrows the best yesterdays when their time is up.
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"and make our tomorrows the best yesterdays when their time is up"
well written!
So soothing, such a calming poignant post. She IS lucky.
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