So tell me one. . .in three sentences or less. But first, close your eyes. Think back. Tell me your BEST. . .and that may mean your worst. . .
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2 comments:
It's so sad that nobody responded to this post!
An unlikely couple, an overwhelming sense of being alone in the world with one exception, smiles and stares that don’t require explanation. It’s a brilliant love story.
Thanks for reminding us that love can take the path of least resistance.
You’re all heart!
John Johnson
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