I try to remember what your hand felt like on my back when I was a child. And now I place my hand on yours, bent from pain. Like landscaped gardens are meant to evoke the four seasons and the cyclical wonders of nature, I gaze at you, hoping to find us one more time.
I try to remember what your hand felt like on my back when I was a child. And now I place my hand on yours, bent from pain. Like landscaped gardens are meant to evoke the four seasons and the cyclical wonders of nature, I gaze at you, hoping to find us one more time.
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