mimizan-bourg

Oh the days we would dance upon the stones of the kitchen floor, flour up to our elbows and grins as foolish as could be. Oh those simple days! Round and round we went, your tattered skirts swirling behind you, more magnificent than any velvets or silks. Can you remember those days, or have they faded as fast as I from your memory? In your years it is understandable, forgivable, and I take not offense. I just wish for your lips to part in that smile I loved so.