Dear Ethan,
As I was taking a stroll down the path we used to walk on, memories of us played like an old movie before my eyes. Remember the time when you held my hand and pulled me to the little stream by that old oak tree where we saw those little ducklings? They're big now...
Time flies.. I miss you.
Yours always,
Amelie.
Wednesday, 20 September 2006
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