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I wipe my tear that trickles through her cheek in the photo simply because I've never seen her cry.

'I'll also remember you as the Aster born a star to shine somewhere else in your last September, sprinkling happiness sparkles. Though I miss you in every moment, and the void only widens. I'll carry your memory and another to tell you when we meet again. I sculpt your voice, words, touch, smile and laughter, recreating your magic and living cheerfully as you wanted me.

For, Asters mean, take care of yourself for me.'

For you and forever only for you...

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    VerityAlways 6 months ago

    Apologies, if I've spoilt the festive mood.
    Thank you for reading!

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    This was lovely. Although, I'm still not certain if I had the right setting I was obviously correct about mourning a lost love. This was beautifully expressed, Verity.

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    VerityAlways 5 months ago

    Thank you, Christopher!
    It's about my Grandma I lost in September, and I tend to dive into her memories ever so often. I was surfing the net when I read about Asters, and it's a September flower, and the rest just flowed in her memory. Glad you like it.

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