Tables and knees. I like it. There were no cups, no jukebox, just her being silent and me stifling a nicotine addiction. It was in a library. Two years later, we married. Tables now, tables is where things come together. The memory I consult is over a half-century old. We are still together.
Lovely! The photo is perfect, too. :)
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DeleteTables and knees. I like it. There were no cups, no jukebox, just her being silent and me stifling a nicotine addiction. It was in a library. Two years later, we married. Tables now, tables is where things come together. The memory I consult is over a half-century old. We are still together.
ReplyDeleteLove that remains through decades is the very best kind. :)
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this invokes a specific memory from some forty years ago ~ nicely done
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Delete:) fitting words to this photo In many senses well I feel this Thankyou 🥀🐝✨🌏🐾
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