Appropos of Nothing…

As seen here

“And she’s kissed his pale lips once and twice, and three times ’round again.”

Which reminded me instantly of a tale from long ago. One wonders about the mind, forgetting the grocery list but able to conjure up the moment, the weather, the very hour of a thing done that can not be undone. A kind of Till Death Do Us Part – which it did.

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