We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little lives are rounded with a sleep.
Shakespeare.
Julia Coles
14th October 2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland