Love in a Mist
Last week a bud, today a flower, next a seed-head. All of them beautiful.
Struggling for the right words tonight.
What do we say to someone whose world has been shattered by the loss of a beloved one?
Words about my day seem worthless, something I have also felt at times when reflecting on the war in Ukraine, the poverty in so many countries, injustice in the world.
So today, just a picture of the flower, hurriedly snapped on my way out.
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