Snapshot 8

The woman she once was was carefully hidden behind girlish giggles and rosy cheeks.  As hands clasped hands and rogue kisses ventured further beyond their bounds, she slowly lost herself in the sweet perfumes of pink and rose.  Suddenly everything was lost in one glance.  One laugh.  One smile.  And time slowly slipped through her fingers, but instead of clinging to every moment, she found a melancholy beauty in the impermanence of it all.  For who was Father Time really, to stand in the way of their beautiful memories?


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