Stirring Kim Ann her memories are vivid – him taking her hand ever so gently the wind gently blowing her hair the glass of sun tea she dropped when he dropped to his knees the lemon wedge lying in a puddle of ice cubes on the sidewalk a sparkling diamond glistening from a velvet box her eyes filling with tears the background noise of a train passing by her hands shaking in anticipation joy overwhelming her senses the smile on […]
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