She appeared at night from another plane<
somehow a vision in my bedroom door
clearly herself in that white dress
that had graced her teenage self so long ago
visiting, I think, to see that I was well.
My heart swelled to see her there
and I stayed long awake in love's memory.
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WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Reflections On Age 
What a lovely memory🤗💞😘
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It was, it was, it was.
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Beautifully written, Gus… one of my favorites!
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I consider your approving comments special, Pat.
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