Happy Easter to all.
You may not always see me but the truer portion of my heart will always be behind you.
If I took the time to think about it, “It” would pass me by. For “It” finds me before I even sought to look.
The memories of you are so unique and true, I wrote them down so others can remember you too.
The diminish of color in a black and white world give Rembrandt his muse.