Tuesday 29th October
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Grief hurts
Grief changes
Grief remembers
Grief rearranges
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Thinking of you sweetie
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Windy and cold at Porthmeor
Quite a few braving the waves
Choppy in the harbour
Brent goose in the harbour… A change from all the seagulls
A strong swell hits Lambeth Walk
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Those waves are amazing. From what you said about your son, he would have been excited about the strength of those waves. Lovely shots.
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Thank you.
Yes, the waves are always mesmerising. I’m sure Frank would have liked to play “You can’t catch me”, and then would have laughed when his shoes and socks became soaked 😉
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That’s a lovely memory and thought. 🌊
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Thank you again.
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Awesome photos, grief really hurts
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Thank you so much.
And yes, grief does hurt.
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🖤🖤
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x 👼🏼 x
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(((( Hugs across the miles)))) Beautiful photos!
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Thank you for caring support.
Most kind.
Melanie x
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You are so very welcome…
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😊
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Seriously A Beautiful Post!
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Thank you so very much.
Appreciate it.
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Grief does, indeed. I can feel the choppy waves bobbing and crashing.
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Thank you very much Derrick.
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Simple and sweet, with an unassailable truth. I love your picture of the sea asserting itself. Nothing better expresses Nature’s power.
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Thank you for your very kind words.
Much appreciated indeed.
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I don’t have any words, huge hug, love your spirit.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate your caring thoughts.
Melanie x
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