12/16/2025 for Love Language of Yuletide Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
It was a wonderful year - nineteen hundred and eight-five, the first time I'd known mutual love. Physical touch was our love language, and yet we were eight thousand miles apart when calls were a week's pay... and so, you sung words of affirmation, your voice on cassette, the Christmas carols that so touched my heart.
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