"When my man was alive, we'd celebrate my birthday at home after he got back from a hard day's work in the fields. He always found the energy to make me feel special. When we were young, we played records and danced - in the 60's the music was great. And always my man would bring me home a big bunch of wild meadow flowers."
"I would take a flower from the bunch and press it in a book, but he's been gone a long time now and they've all faded. It doesn't matter, I have my memories. I can see them in my head so clearly sometimes, not so much others, but they are all in there those memories, the best gift he could ever have given me, not things, but love and remembrance."
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