A short note to be shared:
This is just as sad month as the previous one.
Something indeed is squeezing my skull
(yet not news I guess),
and not by prescription.
Having been buying flowers the last few days.
I did realise the flowers I've been collecting seem to be referring to
a whole variety of:
dead and missing people,
those once close to me
- but not anymore.
So, it's going to be an on-going funeral in my home yard this summer.
So be it. Violets etc are the nicest ones anyway.
And red wine, brandy and sparkling allowed (oh well, beer too).
Going to be quite alone this summer, eh?
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