What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find –
Strength in what remains behind.
More than any other medium… fiction mirrors truth… the reality of my times… so I write fiction.
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