Saturday 24 July 2021

Awake

I cannot begin to tell you how difficult this is for me. How hard it is and how hard it has been for this entire wretched, aching time. I am not sleeping. I am awash with loss. This loss and a thousand losses, each a reminder of all of the others. People I’ve lost, homes and families and all manner of precious memories. I am bobbing about, disregarded in the face of this tidal swell of anguish, and there is no land in sight. 



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