26 November 2017:
"The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love" --Nat King Cole, "The Very Thought of You"
Quiet, broody, wistful Sunday contemplations...
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