OUR AUTUMN YEARS
It's time to say goodbye. Timeless days are at an end. Maybe
one last outburst of the sun as she spends her last rays. Her brilliance slowly fading, the last reflections of halcyon days
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It's on my shelf; her photograph is also there and beside it
in a small glass tube, a golden lock of Heather's hair but the pebble has
a special place. She collected it for me, on our very last adventure that
we shared beside the sea.
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