It is the image caught, the one I stare at, that reminds me of all our good days. It is the laughing smile, the pursed lips, the easy closeness that brings me back to happier days. When somehow all was new and good, because the road we traveled on was built for two. Time has bent our frame, the sun faded the Kodak photo paper inside, yet still we trip along. Challenges come and they go and yet that picture taken so long ago remains the same. Captured for eternity, there in a frame, we hang. Memories, old loves, babies.
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