Windfalls from the apple tree cover the lawn -
Darkness is coming -
I can see the faces of my parents, swept past me by the wind -
Their faces are like pale leaves -
I am unable to catch hold of them -
They rise upwards, twisting and turning, smaller and smaller, lost in the sky -
Monday 14 September 2015
The Old School House
East Stoke
Purbeck
Dorset
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