Silence bares the truth. Cutting through the cool crisp Autumn air there is no where to hide. The grey sky with pockets of bright blue skim the towering trees forcing me to swallow this truth. Zipping up my jacket all way, the sheer drop in temperature extinguishes the flames rising from the pit of my stomach, tickling the back of my throat. To still be in this place in between seems disorientating till I take this time to breathe. Silence echoes the crunch of dry curled up leaves with each step, finding acceptance and understanding in its wake. My body gives into the truth. Life is at ease.
Ange and adam have lost your mobile nos. Rang mum but no answer Hope you had a lovely birthday ads. I didn’t forget just couldn’t. Think about you all constantly, mum keeps me posted as to what`s going on. Please God things will soon sort out. Love to the four of you from Granny xxxxx
On Sun, Apr 23, 2017 at 10:55 AM, Wind at the Wilo’s wrote:
> windatthewilos posted: ” Silence bares the truth. Cutting through the > cool crisp Autumn air there is no where to hide. The grey sky with pockets > of bright blue skim the towering trees forcing me to swallow this truth. > Zipping up my jacket all way, the sheer drop in temp” >
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Hi Mary,
Chris told me about this message. I am so sorry I didn’t get it earlier. Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to us.
Ange and Adam xx
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