Days of Olden Notes

[turnberryknkn]

Book of golden stories
Days of olden notes
Now the autumn leaves are falling

We'll meet on the edges
Memories, no regrets
Now the minstrel boy is calling...

Music and laughter and friends: such were the days of high summer that were gifted to elzkitten and I. :-)

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Comments

[blueeowyn]

Awww, I am so happy you found each other.