Love the last line “your brown eye searching my white.”
Well the moon certainly followed me. I distinctly remember watching it from the backseat car window on the way home from my grandparents’ house on a pretty regular basis.
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I’ve missed your tales. 🙂
Thanks Bill!
Love the last line “your brown eye searching my white.”
Well the moon certainly followed me. I distinctly remember watching it from the backseat car window on the way home from my grandparents’ house on a pretty regular basis.