Written, April 19, 2026 For The Contest, “Romanticize the Pulse” Sponsor, Ink Empress
After all these years, still hand in hand, we walk our married road. Every morning gift, with your gentle hands, you hold my waking face- caress it with a kiss. And so many times, throughout each long day they hug and comfort me. Your hands, now aged and gnarled still write forever love. I wear your handwriting, now sixty-seven years- and it thrills me still.
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