Saturday 22nd December

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Missing you

You should be here

Loving you

You’re always near

Thinking of you

As I shed a tear

Remembering you

My darling, my dear

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx

An hour before sunset, and it’s looking a bit cloudy

Bottle brush in flower

The sun begins to appear in a small break betwixt sea and cloud

All becomes molten gold