Friday 5th March
.
That point in time
When life stood still
Remembered with
An icy chill
An awful day
That went downhill
You lost your life
One day I will
Meet up with you
Not long until
.
Thinking of you always
My precious little one
Love you sweetheart
Darling Angel son
.
xxxxx
.
Clouds gathering over Porthmeor Beach this afternoon
A chilly wind blows across the sand
A biting Easterly wind pinches noses, cheeks and ears
Lovely
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Sounds like a hard day, sending a hug
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Thank you for caring.
Hugs back to you.
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