Stir of echoes 

I heard his laughter that first night alone in our bed – his spot once filled with warmth like a furnace that kept me warm on winter nights, now cold, empty and so very lonely; and I wondered if it was a dream from the edge of sleep, or the stir of an echo from the realm in which he has shifted and now dwells – where the pain is no more and he’s found freedom and peace, and his old buddy Larry to laugh with once more. j.terry 9.27.15

  

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Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words... View all posts by jill

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