Rosemary for remembrance – a 50 word photostory

 

He remembers blindly following the expected path. She remembers his hand over her mouth. He remembers too many parties to remember. She remembers fear. He remembers being the man most likely to. She remembers laughter, it still echoes deep inside. He doesn’t have to remember, not any more. She remembers.



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