The Memory of Daisies Blogged by Gwen @ three twisted knots blog.

Sometimes my dreams are little more than images. A tree. Nathaniel’s hair in a canopy around my face when he kisses me. A memory of Father and me on a swing. The park I used to play in as a k…

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