In response to:
https://wp.me/p4hb99-2Oe
A single Gooseberry rested in my palm,
tart with memory.
Childhood summers returned—
bare feet, sun-warmed laughter,
and secrets shared beneath open skies.
Some tastes never fade;
they linger softly,
reminding us who we were
before the world grew complicated.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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