"It is a memory," she whispered, reaching out to run a finger along the decorative wooden edge of the frame. > "My memory. Of our last time to that place."
"I remember."
Excerpt from Hope and Healing
"It is a memory," she whispered, reaching out to run a finger along the decorative wooden edge of the frame. > "My memory. Of our last time to that place."
"I remember."
Excerpt from Hope and Healing