A little different style today. Feeling a bit reflective on life, love and moving on.
How do we confront such loss? How do we mourn? The things that have been are over and yet they seem to remain, fading memories stacked on dusty shelves. Do not desire that which was, for the light once made cannot be recaptured. Only one choice then; to walk, head held high into the fading sun, a passel of moments at our side. Dark and bright, ebbing and burning, to atone, to inspire and to create anew.
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