Visible, not visible, and repeat, the mighty feat the enduring human spirit in the faith of subsidence of pain that the book on the table will be picked up and read again.
It keeps us going the strength in the sense too real is the presence.
Then a day the book is taken away the loved pens an ode of absence definite without a period.
The last fortnight has been hard, made me strong in some places, and weak in some. Sorry friends to be away.