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I wanted the snow back, wanted that whiteness back. I stood at the window before breakfast searching for a hint of snow returning, but none came. Brea..
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That road we walkedis empty now.Sunlight warms,brings shadows of that time,short small windows of then,not now.I listen for sounds,but there are none,..
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Two men carrythe white coffinthe size of a small toy boxup the aisleof the chapel.No one whispersor coughs or sighsexcept from the fronta few muted cr..
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It took three nurses to take you down after you attacked Briggs and tried to batter her senseless after she attacked you for sitting in her chair. You..
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Where he has goneyou do not know.It has been some days nowand you haveno answer though.Each morning you hopefor news of him,some clue.But nothing come..
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The pond wateris dull and motionless.It always was.I sit where we both satthat time ago,now alone.Across the pondwas a small woodland,the bushes and t..
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The lane is emptyof her now.Little traffic passes byon the country lane.Birds sing,fly overand into hedgerows.The sound of a tractorfrom some field,no..
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Enid’s old man walked past me on the staircase of the flats. He said nothing and neither did I, although he did look at me, wordless. After he h..
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She lies out theresomewhere.Dead.But not forgotten.Her brother told meof her death.Cancer.I recall her eyesand smile,that look she gave.That kiss we f..
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Jenny met meat the end of Bath Terrace.We were goingto the Imperial War Museumin Bedlam parkto see the stuffthey had in thereand the part of an airpla..
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