My Dear Son,
Was it yesterday that your small hand nestled in Ours? We can still see your face as [Describe a Time in the Past of the Person Who Will Receive this Letter]. But time is a thief, stealing moments as you grew. We look now, and you are grown. How could that have happened when [Read More... We Can Still See Your Face]
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
We Can Still See Your Face
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