The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like a violin. Her gentle and sweet voice create music for his heart.She caressed the heartstrings skillfully making years of disappointment to fade […]
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