Sit Here With Me
The old withered hand that clasps my own.
The beech which the water gently catches.
The gentle blue sky with the cotton bud clouds.
The Bright, glaring sun that shines light and life on all that is underneath it.
The wind that sweeps through the canopy of the trees.
That's all well and good but it is nothing compared to my dear, oh my wife of 50 years.
When I look into her hazel eyes, I see the thousands of adventures we have shared together, but dear where to start, you just sit here with me my dear and let us remember together.
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This is a small collab about an old man and his wife of 50 years, they are in perfect serenity and have taken to remembering their past.Every person who gets involved may have many characters and will interact with the couple however they wish as many times as they wish.
There is only one rule, neither can die (or at least not permanently) and they must stay together in the end.
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"A man and his wife of 50 years sit on a beech remembering all the places they've..."
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