I had a vision as you walked past of my hand extending, reaching out to give yours a squeeze, ever so gently as a way to tell you goodbye, ever so silently.
I had a vision as you walked past of my hand extending, reaching out to give yours a squeeze, ever so gently as a way to tell you goodbye, ever so silently.
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Enjoyed the read Eliza!
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Thank you very much for the comment 🙂
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