Grief is a sniper. No warning, none close, Just a scent or a sound or a word and CRACK! There's a hole in your heart and Tears bleed slowly down your face. Grief is a mugger. Sunny day, new job, Just
Late starting, I glide through lanes that earlier were wet and chill, and now are warm and dry under a high blue sky. I smile. My bicycle and I know the way and it seems that in a jiffy I am s
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