... the daughter's home. The works still to do. The tulips in the corner, the sun shining outside ... a spring in Cheshire and many counties travelled in trains, tubes and car. And probably a bus or few before long ...
A springish funeral. The crematorium still bleak from the Winter branches bare. The burst of buds more in some areas than others. I have seen pink and yellow blossom somewhere. The blur of much in ills.
It is beautiful in the solace again, after some retched days again. When one is grieving for another Uncle and a few ills it stirs the much emotions to pull in from ...
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