A woman filled with the emptiness of a life alone. Returns to the trusty table Her confidant, solid and true.

I'm there in your thoughts. As you think of our memories

So I asked her how she got that scar on her chin… She blushed then answered… My mind had already raced ahead

Until I remembered a number of sharings, Of personal stories. Of moments of loss and gain.

Across the green pastures feel the long grass brush against your knees, Through flowing streams and sense cold water at your feet,