“At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.” ― Arthur Golden. It was with a degree of incredulity that I walked along each row of upright headstones, yesterday, simply looking. So many graves. So many names.
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“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.” ― John Steinbeck. It’s almost 5am and here I am, sat at my computer but in a very, very different new year than the one that I had expected. Perhaps it is a dream? If it is, then itRead more