My old friend Simon Tittibottom,
How those four syllables sweep me back to my youth and fill my last days once again with the sweet sound of the innocent laughter of children. My, our times together were remarkable. If only I could once again see the smile upon your face, my friend. I am dying, as I am sure you have already heard.
Save your tears. Smile that innocent smile once more.
Henry Adam Wood
Created: Apr 04, 2014BoatsNProse Document Media