With wings

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Friday 10th November

    

With wings he flies

Through heavenly skies

  

I wake each sunrise

With tear-filled eyes

  

My heart still cries

For the last good-byes.

  

Sweetheart Angel

Precious son

xxxxxx

A chilly harbour at low tide


A few walkers with their dogs


Harbour fishing boats and small craft

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