No, no, you can’t take that away from …..me 🌻🌻🌻
Bruce walked down the path, just plain packed earth . The path wound through a light forest, absorbing his steps and so he moved silently.
Sunlight patches here and there were like stepping through hot wading pools at the ocean. All around him, birds twittering and squirrels chirps but none of this smashed the peace and calm of his surroundings.
It was moments like these that Bruce recharged upon. The serene peace in the forest somehow lifting his spirits effortlessly, calming his thoughts. lifting up moments.
It had been three years since the funeral, all the stages of grief just speed bumps in his past. The memories of moments shared now had no sting, or not much.
Funny the little moments that tweaked his face into a grin. When they had a flat tire in the rain and she defused the situation with a song and dance while he changed the…
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