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It’s those little things…

Seeing roses in my office garden, rushing to take pics to send to you, and realising…

Telling myself mum would love that, I should tell her about it, then recalling…

Publishing a photo I’m proud of, checking and rechedking for a comment that will no longer appear… a comment I can’t respond to with a KPKKM.

4 months and a day.
You’re missed, ma!

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