Lost days of wine and roses…and you

Oh Scott, this week will be such a bewildering onslaught of painful events! Our anniversary is in two days and I dread the loss of your face across the candlelit table, the long-stemmed, red roses you always brought, and the chocolate covered strawberries after, with a bottle of champagne. I kept all the anniversary cards …

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Marching on

A parade of beaded raindrops made its way down the windowpane in parallel rivulets. I watched the repetitious journey and felt my wet cheeks in sympathy. Like the endless mantra of rain and mist that falls from the sky in the cool Pacific Northwest, the pall of grey hangs chronically over my life. The tearing asunder of souls …

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