Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears.

We are blessed.


Let them all go.


The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me.

Moments.

All gathering towards this one.

Auteur: Jenny Downham

Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. <br /><br />We are blessed.<br /><br /><br />Let them all go.<br /><br /><br />The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. <br /><br />Moments.<br /><br />All gathering towards this one. - Jenny Downham



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