to the twelve of never

there are some things in life that you store in your memory for ever. like seeing her being better at social networking than i and i have bin into it for over 10 years. hearing the clickity clickity on the keyboard like the sound of bunches of tiny birds on a tin roof as the music plays in the background. so much like her mom yet without the baggage. yes these moments i cherish as a father will be with me even after the twelve of never when she heads off into the horizen


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