Tears of BloodIn the first few months after her death I shed not a tear: the thought of her not sharing her life with others seemed incomprehensible and almost blasphemous, for her vitality, innocence and wilful determination (which sometimes bordered on single-minded stubborness) seemed to capture the very essence of a human, and a human child at that.Tears of Blood
As many months and years slipped by, the shock and sorrow faded and she slipped throught the time-worn crevices in my mind so that I almost completely forgot that she had lived, until some image or phrase of music would suddenly light up in my mind like the embers of a dying fire. My beautiful
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
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