Wednesday 18th November
.
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
.
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
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Precious poem. Remembering voices is sometimes so hard. ā¤ļø
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another moving post
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Splendid photography today
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Thank you very much indeed Derrick.
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Beautiful š
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Beautiful photos
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