“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Thursday, December 27, 2012


I hear myself as I talk to the cats. I hear my dead husband's voice — his tone, his inflection, his phraseology. So perhaps for them he is not quite gone.

I hadn't realised what an echo I had become.

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