My parents rest in drawers of steel, within shiny, cushioned boxes behind walls of stone. Slid in like bakers' trays, ... Read full text
Slid in like baker's trays. We stop, reflect and go on. Pity, remorse, regret, love..........and silence. We go on, what else can we do?
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Slid in like baker's trays. We stop, reflect and go on. Pity, remorse, regret, love..........and silence. We go on, what else can we do?