The more it hurts
The more I smile
because the smile has the power
To make it useless.

The rows of backgarden fences looked much the same
Crumbling and split wooden planks, large tree roots
Dividing up the length and making mysterious entrances
Where rather dilapidated gates, latched firmly,
So animals could not stray,
Allowed for the start
Of magic.
Out of all these fences one belonged to my grandparents and
Through which our travels to Narnia began.



Love Mary x

Fill in all the available space
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      With your love for all
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dripping
    wet
      from
        head
            to
              toe
                     glistening
                            like
                         the
                sparkle
                in
        your
crystal
        blue
            eyes
                 love
                   everlasting
                           like
                              the
                     flowers
                  we
      continue
    to
      grow
       shimmering
                in
                    the
                        sunlight
                                    like
                                          diamonds
                                                          catching
                                                       the
                                             waves
                                          in
                                     my
                             drink