Month: November 2017

17) The larks, still bravely singing

I don’t remember her name; I should pay more attention to details like that. But I remember her eyes. They were a brilliant blue, beautiful. Kind, and warm. I could have imagined falling in love looking into those eyes. We were sitting beside each other, randomly, at my kids’ Remembrance Day Concert. The woman had…

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