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Thinking about childhood and there was this memory of dressing up and wandering around the neighbourhood kitted up in lovely gowns, provided by girl next door. She’s my best friend. Best friends are the stuff of life. It’s a special love. How many others are there?

Here’s a poem for her.

Never was I so gloriously clad
Than the days
When I played dress up
With Patricia, the girl next door.
She and I would find ballgowns,
Red velvet and tulle, sequinned,
Black lace on white satin.
Together we wandered up and down the street,
(Among rose bushes and hydrangeas),
Regaling all with our loveliness,
Our charm
And our joy in ourselves.