Recently, I’ve stumbled over an interesting article a newbie wrote on the topic…
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A poem written after the death of my daughter in autumn 2013.
As I drove seeing all the beautiful orange leaves floating in the breeze and realised that these were the same leaves that my daughter saw in the summer as bright green growing, thriving…
Tell me how do I look?
Way up heretime seems to stand stilland possibilities stretch along the endless blue…