What A Day

“Love cannot afford to be hidden” she said, smiling and wearing a red dress she knew would drive me mad.  And a kiss…I swear I smelled strawberries.
And the day was sunshine and innocence and good tasting medicine.

I can still smell those strawberries, nearly all the time.  And I dream dreams of hands holding hands, warm days, cool breezes, and minted craftsmanship that makes me believe.

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