Ballet Dancer Swan

The wind was fluffing up the feathers of this swan when I popped down to the River Wear after visiting Mum. Mum had allowed me to give her some milk but otherwise, sadly, no communication happened between us. It seems to me that she is far away but just cannot make that final step beyond life as we know it. I feel guilty when I think that way but she has no quality of life at all.

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