Keith
I assumed I noticed Keith in Mercer Road,striding alongside, match on his ft,wanting effectively for a person who died final yr:I felt oddly comforted seeing him right here.
Blossoms bloom, flowers are exploding,the pure world perpetually reloading:whether or not above or beneath floor,why shouldn’t the useless hold coming spherical?
They stroll amongst us, equally free;it’s simply that we normally fail to notice.Solely, every now and then, in sure conditionscome to us these apparitions
unmarked, incarnate, certain of tread,assured of the life forward,respiration, hearts beating, carrying onas if there have been no such factor as gone.
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