Holding hands… — Cyranny’s Cove

Funny, isn’t it, how the simplest detail can trigger long deeply burried memories… She sat in the park all alone, or so she thought. There was no point, really, for her to be sitting there. The weather was nice, but far from perfect. The grey clouds weren’t threatening, but they gave the sun light […]

via Holding hands… — Cyranny’s Cove

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