“And days after she laid, dying, we shared stories and song beneath a beautiful sky”
And little did we know, stories would turn into novels…
And little did we know, song would turn into symphonies…
And little did we know, she laid dying, but her life survived well beyond well beyond her years…
Because, little did we know…
Years are just a measure, but a heart is immeasurable.
December Rose 
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