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Friday, May 31, 2013


widower . . .
sitting by the garden
she used to tend

Posted as a comment at Gautami's blog


Blogger Adelaide said...

Sad, but completely understandable.


6:35 PM  
Blogger polona said...

a few ways to interpret this but sadness prevails

3:03 AM  
Blogger Frank... said...

A bitter-sweet moment, Bill...

2:13 PM  
Blogger Magyar said...

As well, one could feel... that
he, was her garden.
__Bill, an apex of feelings here.

2:29 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, my friends. I like your idea, Doug.

7:19 AM  
Blogger Monika said...

Yes, a very sad one. But, nevertheless, a hopefull one too : Love is stronger than death, isn't it ?

11:10 AM  
Blogger jem said...

Beautiful. It reminds me of my father - telling me about all the flowers my mother planted that are still growing, he knows few of their names or what to do with them but that doesn't matter.

8:02 AM  

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