the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Dearest, the sun sets low over the cotton fields, casting long shadows that dance like whispered secrets. Each evening, I find solace in the lullabies of crickets, their songs wrapping around me like your warm embrace. Memories of you linger like the sweet scent of magnolias, a bittersweet reminder of love lost yet never forgotten.
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