The sprinkling of soft snow through ancient pines-remember?
The ice sparkling on the lake like mirrored glass-remember?
Your gloved hand touching mine for the time-remember?
Those days seem so close, as if I could reach out and touch them, yet my heart knows that time has passed and life has changed, you are there and I am here, We were young and now are old. Still, somehow, that day, that place that touch will remain with me forever. It truly defines the word-remember.
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