A Memory When I close my eyes I can no longer see your face. Put your photograph on the bookshelf, above my chair, you're looking down and I've been looking up, so many times that your face is only a black & white picture in a green frame of spring; that's no way to remember you. When we are alone together, I often look into the mirror and see, in the outline of my aged face, that I'm truly your son. And that's how I remember you.Birth sign: Scorpio
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