Shivers Whenever I go to somewhere we have been... I get shivers from the memories that stir from within... Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related November 8, 2020October 24, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: History, Lord....., Memories, Places, Remembering, You 12 Comments
It’s a feeling that only a soul that felt can tell the tales.💔 Well done Hal✍️ LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
It’s a feeling that only a soul that felt can tell the tales.💔 Well done Hal✍️
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Agreed 🙂 Thank you Simon ♥️
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Brilliant 🖤
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Thank you ♥️
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Welcome 🖤
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Super relatable. Those kind of shivers do come from deep “within”.
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Yes they do. Thank you!! ❤️
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Welcome!
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