Once upon a time I thought it would be a good idea to sign up for a grief poetry workshop.
Specifically around the topic of
elegies
It starts in about an hour, and begins with an exercise writing about a dream of them...or making one up. Sleep is hard enough, so I have never dreamt of him.
I've spent the last three years trying to balance my
thinking of him.
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'Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin