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Far Gone
I may not remember what color your eyes are
And the last time we spoke
But I do remember
The way your eyes crinkle when you smile
And the last time we spoke
But I do remember
The way your eyes crinkle when you smile
Published 11th Apr 2024
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11th Apr 2024 7:13pm
is "crinkle" a word?... ok I looked it up... it is a word... what a lovely word... they are green by the way...
11th Apr 2024 10:02pm
12th Apr 2024 3:52pm
Great reminder that things may still have a powerful remain. Hugs and love, Oral
12th Apr 2024 4:23pm
13th Apr 2024 9:46pm
How could I have missed this?
So beautiful, my friend.
Hold onto that memory, that love.
So beautiful, my friend.
Hold onto that memory, that love.
13th Apr 2024 11:07pm
15th Apr 2024 2:55am
Dear M,
For me it’s not the specifics but the details. I just made that up.😉
I enjoyed this piece immensely. I like the idea of forgetting eye color as I never pay attention to that in the first place but those crinkles…lovely write. H🌷
For me it’s not the specifics but the details. I just made that up.😉
I enjoyed this piece immensely. I like the idea of forgetting eye color as I never pay attention to that in the first place but those crinkles…lovely write. H🌷
15th Apr 2024 3:18am
“Not the specifics but the details”
Beautiful.
At some point I do notice the eye color, but honestly, I think the lines in a face tell more of a story than the irises. Thank you for the comment :)
Beautiful.
At some point I do notice the eye color, but honestly, I think the lines in a face tell more of a story than the irises. Thank you for the comment :)
