Wednesday 18th November

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Just learning to live

Without you here

The same each morning

Your voice, I can’t hear

No outings or plans

All dreams disappear

But my love for you

Keeps your memories dear

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Thinking of you poppet

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Porthmeor Beach, late afternoon

Lots of rock and stones appearing after the storms and high tides

Harbour cloud reflections

Fading light