her tiny hand let go, and you drifted away—
higher and higher, with the wind and the clouds coming between where we stood and where you floated;
unanchored, weightless, blameless—the morning sun blinded her as she looked for you long after you had disappeared
spanishwoods 
Beautiful writing and accompanying photo.
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You’re kind Michael
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I truly enjoyed it. You’re welcome.
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Love the prose.
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thank you Deborah
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Beautiful, Sylvia.
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thank you Timothy
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Lovely.
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thanks ever so much
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🎈
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very cool version of this song!
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👌👍🌟✨💫
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Beautiful words, Sylvia. ❤️ I like that song, memories! The German version is cool.
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Thank you John, yes…cool version Graham!
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You are welcome, Sylvia. 😊
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Awww…. 🥰
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😊
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So beautiful Sylvia
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thank you Brian
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Aww… that feeling of losing that precious thing.
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yes, it can stay with you forever
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Indeed
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Nostalgia at its best, Sylvia. I watched a few disappear in my youth.
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