tidal ebb and flow
all that remains
poems of old
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Buttercup! It’s been too long! So glad to see you pop back up on my blog again.
Too long Eric, hope you’re well x
Even when we know the tide must go out…we refuse to accept it…hope all is well my friend.
All is well my dearest Charlie. Hugs ❤❤❤
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