Songs of chestnuts on an open fire help
memories come to the forefront.
Bringing a reminiscent tear to eyes of
blue, and a quiet thoughtful image of
joy from yesteryear.
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What can I say...I am there, alongside the crackling fire, glowing in sweet remembrances....warm, ever so warm....PEACE