"We will grow old one day," she said. "Our legs won't be able to carry us as far and our eyes won't be able to see into the distance." Her voice was soft and she looked up at me with the eyes of her youth and she said, "but we have each other. So you be my legs, and I'll be your eyes. And somehow, we will make it."
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ŞiirWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
