Thursday 11th July

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We took the future for granted

A wonderful life, enchanted

But who could foresee

The end at thirty?

It’s just not fair

Left with despair

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Missing you like crazy

Thinking about you daily

My darling Angel baby

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xxxxxx

Ready for surf school

Becoming cloudier

Beach huts on Porthgwidden Beach

Silver ragwort on the path to Bamaluz Beach