Thursday 15 March 2012: with love
found myself heading off for a walk this morning, brightishly early, after noticing how lovely the light was with the faint hints of mist and the tree silhouettes branching up from the frost. typical then, that by the time i got anywhere remotely near anywhere remotely clickable the mist had gone and the light had changed.
still, found myself going for a meander in the village cemetery by twenty past eight and noticed these tucked at the bottom end in the fencepost next to a bench. on the floor were the soggy remains of a laminated note which read "...we miss you every day daddy. happy christmas in heaven."
crikey. that tugged at the ole' heart strings let me tell you.
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