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.
Keeping tags...
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*Carabus auronitens - a ground beetle.*
Perhaps it’s an age thing, but most days I carry a series of lists in my
head: jobs to do, people to call, articl...
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