My Love

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My first photograph of Larry since my illness away. He waits every morning for me, singing outside my bedroom window, & my dad says he always waits extra longer for a glimpse of me, but I've been too ill to leave my bed, let alone hold my camera. So today I thought it was now or never, like getting back into the saddle after a fall. I still feel lousy, but Larry makes me feel so much better when I see him.

This song was written by Paul McCartney, for his late wife, Linda, but when I saw Larry standing there like this in this pose before I raised the camera, it popped into my head:

My Love

Feathery xxx's