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Face Time. I showed her her face. She wouldn't look. I said. Look. See how beautiful you are. It took days. It took months. She looked. She could not. But finally did. I said. Please say hi to yourself. Say "Hi Leslie". It took a while. So many tears. She finally started to look and say hi. This went on and on. There were so many slips. Falling back down to despair. Oh our love seemed so desparate. So unfair. I started saying we won't sleep, Each night Until we resolve it. So we did, we sat in the bathtub. Talking and talking 'til resolve, came. More years. Building and building. Life became our family. Alone, then two children. Finally seven. It seemed like climbing from hell to heaven. Sure it was hard. Sometimes it was fun. Rolling back down. when trouble would come. Disease came. Physical. Mental. Both sides of the coin. Through weakness and trouble. We shared in our pain. The children grew up at least they could see Love. That was shared by Leslie and me. Now that we are old. Grandchildren and dogs. I'm so far away from it all For income from the desert. She. Lives by the sea. Near where it all took place. We share through computer Face to Face. She looks at mine. I look at hers. A little relection of each. Each day when we say. Hi. With Face Time. 8 Jan. 2016 Dr.mgm
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Face Time
Face Time. I showed her her face. She wouldn't look. I said. Look. See how beautiful you are. It took days. It took months. She looked. She could not. But finally did. I said. Please say hi to yourself. Say "Hi Leslie". It took a while. So many tears. She finally started to look and say hi. This went on and on. There were so many slips. Falling back down to despair. Oh our love seemed so desparate. So unfair. I started saying we won't sleep, Each night Until we resolve it. So we did, we sat in the bathtub. Talking and talking 'til resolve, came. More years. Building and building. Life became our family. Alone, then two children. Finally seven. It seemed like climbing from hell to heaven. Sure it was hard. Sometimes it was fun. Rolling back down. when trouble would come. Disease came. Physical. Mental. Both sides of the coin. Through weakness and trouble. We shared in our pain. The children grew up at least they could see Love. That was shared by Leslie and me. Now that we are old. Grandchildren and dogs. I'm so far away from it all For income from the desert. She. Lives by the sea. Near where it all took place. We share through computer Face to Face. She looks at mine. I look at hers. A little relection of each. Each day when we say. Hi. With Face Time. 8 Jan. 2016 Dr.mgm
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
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