The windows are open, and the freshest smell of rain reaches in my house with each soft gust.
It is a gentle storm outside.
I am thinking of Bruce this morning and His wonderful smiling face.
He ALWAYS was smiling when we shared the few days together the one Summer he visited.
The weather was 90 degrees and we enjoyed an out door concert with our Kesh and Vin and baby
granddaughter Cohey.
Bruce is gentle and kind like the morning storm today. I will remember him in every gentle storm
God gives to me; and every Summer day.
XO
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