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were stories
bound to keep us –
longer than the telling should
or moss grow tender
fingers to our hair
secrets kept
the night too long
as kisses sealed again
within the nevermore
of happenstance
twilight streams
as golden gleams –
resurrected summers
moments
dare we speak
about them now
winding trails
and tattered sails –
piano by the window
dusted now the memory
of song
each lonely page
remembers me –
as days I failed to notice
the way the sunlight
fell into your eyes
tornadoday 
What a wondrous thought, that the days of our lives can be spun into stories, and kept within the bindings of a book — the moments we did not even notice, will be told again, and somehow the pieces fit into a beautiful picture. Love this a lot, Bobbie. Love, Dee
“The way the sunlight fell into your eyes”. Breathtaking words, what can one say when their thoughts are taken away while the mind just joyously breathes in their essence, the sweetness of your words. Every new day is a new adventure a new life beginning where we capture more golden moments as keepsakes to remind us that our journey is so still very worthwhile. Another precious gem Bobbie! And I know your very best efforts are still yet to come…that is why i so enjoy your words! Much love to you dear sister!