Your Messages - Theme for Day 19
When the baby dies, even the house seems to grieve. The front-door gasps as if light and air are too bright and sharp to meet. In one room, such silence.
My response:
But when there's no baby, no matter how hard they've tried, the world carries on regardless. Only the couple grieve. The empty room a symbol of their failure, accuses forever.
A rosy Sunday
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The rose Pretty Lady is covered in flower buds and starting to flower.
That’s all today except to mention that this is my 1900th Flighty’s plot
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