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LAST CAll. . . So, here we are separated by Geography and death. I overcame the first but not the second. I always felt I failed you by not dying with you. Forgive me for escaping your dying...my grief. Living is now the harder option. I talk to your grave in Newbridge cemetery. Shoo off crows perched upon a marble angel. They caw mockingly at this human grief. Soon an aeroplane will return me to my abnormal normal life a world minus you. "Last call for passenger..."
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
LAST CAll. . .
LAST CAll. . . So, here we are separated by Geography and death. I overcame the first but not the second. I always felt I failed you by not dying with you. Forgive me for escaping your dying...my grief. Living is now the harder option. I talk to your grave in Newbridge cemetery. Shoo off crows perched upon a marble angel. They caw mockingly at this human grief. Soon an aeroplane will return me to my abnormal normal life a world minus you. "Last call for passenger..."
donall-dempsey
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Jun 3, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
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