It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer...and everything collapses.
Colette.
I rather love the very human fact that even someone who could pose for a picture like this would know so much about loss and heartbreak.
This is for my blogging friend
Miss Whistle, who is going through some stuff, just now.
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