Left behind treasures of one's passed. Sit on the shelf, as dust collects memories fade. Days go on that mould into months, years. Occasionally looked upon from the corner of the eye, a memory flicks back. A smile grows as you remember a happy time shared. Our Nan may have been gone for many years, but her cup overflowed. Treasures come in many shapes and forms. This one shared many laughs and jelly cakes over. :)
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