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We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that?  We loved them, hold them still ...

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

'Somewhere, out at the edges, the night
Is turning and the waves of darkness
Begin to brighten the shore of dawn

The heavy dark falls back to earth
And the freed air goes wild with light,
The heart fills with fresh, bright breath
And thoughts stir to give birth to colour'

John O'Donohue Eternal Echoes

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