•ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• My Cherished Beloved Alice. You walk with us down quiet paths, And speak in wind and rain. For the magic power of memory, Gives us back to us again. Love Always, Mary. XXXXXX •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ• •ℒℴѵℯ•