It is strange how we lose the memory of a voice. We can
picture the smile, feel the grip of the hands, or see the stance, but the voice
it slowly fades into the distance like a cowboy on his horse into the sunset. After 50 years, it is something I know has slipped completely
away from me, like a lover that was destined to leave one day; her voice is a
stranger now. I can only wonder if I heard it again, would my face light up or
would I be unaware of the gift.
Linking with What's Going On? The prompt this week is "sounds".
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