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    TAGS: aging, beauty, frailty, love     STASHED BY: pam   boot  


She spoke of being older, she said it was time to write about what it had all meant, her hands trembled slightly as she made the coffee, yet she clambered over boulders to bring you lemons from her garden, and hugging her goodbye felt like trying to hold a rose in your arms.

December 15, 2005 at 2:49 PM ::
pam's avatar

This is beautiful.

pam on 12/14/07 at 06:30 PM ::
boot's avatar

Thanks, Pam.

boot on 12/15/07 at 02:45 AM ::

Truly.  You’ll go to heaven for that one.

Goliard on 12/15/07 at 10:01 AM ::

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