Daily Archives: August 22, 2019

I’ll pretend you’re near

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Thursday 22nd August

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Missing you sweetie

Wish you were here

If I close my eyes

I’ll pretend you’re near

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Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

Carrick Roads this morning

Falmouth

Later on this evening at Porthmeor

Still warm, with the smell of barbecues wafting along the breeze

A few more waves to catch

Dusk over the harbour