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My Memories

My memories take me back to the smell of the sea . My feet in the sands , and the. Feeling to be free. The wind in my hair a smell so profound , memories never forgot not even the sounds . Memories of enjoyment , memories of a past , memories of a lifetime  , you want this joy to last . Memories of your children being born , and of them growing up . Memories all so vivid , and never to be forgot .

◄ Edith

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Cody Blake Alvarado

Tue 14th Apr 2015 06:30

Love it!

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jack purvis

Fri 13th Mar 2015 11:32

Thank you Wendy

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