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It was a perfect Friday afternoon for a picnic, and she could hear the two girls giggle as they played ‘chase‘ in the park.
The light perfume of cherry blossoms swaying gently in the breeze mingled with the piquant smell of masculine scent and crepes cooking on the griddle.
She had to admit she was constantly in awe of this man who had helped exhume her ghosts from her insecure past twenty years ago and love her for who she was.