You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.“The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond
To remain standing through all seasons…..
(they still hear you in their hearts you know… and call back…. )
I know….
Illustrations by Andy Kehoe
OWL ALWAYS LOVE YOU….. IT’S TRUE! :)
