When they're gone, it feels like the end. But then you touch the photo — smell the faint perfume, hear the phantom laugh, feel the warmth of a hand no longer there. They never truly left. #PowerOfAPicture #Remembered
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When they're gone, it feels like the end. But then you touch the photo — smell the faint perfume, hear the phantom laugh, feel the warmth of a hand no longer there. They never truly left. #PowerOfAPicture #Remembered