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The smiles of children stamped in the mint of memory are the coin of the realm of happiness!

Billowing clouds of blue and gray. Play like children across the sky

You would love the whole of me.

Staring at my reflection. Lines of living on my face. Struggling hard to remember. Past moments born of grace.

Pity the heartless.

I for one did stay behind , when everyone else grew up.

The unending light of my life.

Life is not a race to be won.

Lucy Hamilton whose light shone across an entire ocean, to brighten the moonlit sky upon my endless nights.

I stopped to see my father today.