Ink Stained Soul…

Dames Quarter.
Special to us both.
The dock I have loved since a child, the same one you have paddled out of for so long.
Roots.
Our roots separated by 18 years.
The key.
The arrowhead you have giving me every lifetime remains in my possession.
Our first hunt.
Stuck in the mud.
I knew in so many ways I knew.
Betty, she held our best adventures.
I shall never regret a moment.