remembrance

Ahhh, just remembering the definition of the fine bone sculpture. Oh so delicate and pleasing to behold. I admit that I miss you, it's the little things in life that put a smile on your face. I have such a longing to see again, slim and defining. Sigh, I guess you are a thing of the past. On to the present of the merging of one into the other. Who knew that CANKLES were the thing of the future. I miss my ankles so!