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Originally Posted by Sundae
...perhaps time free in June/ July and perhaps Arran in the Summer... walking through ankle high/ knee high grass, to a landscape of sacred belief an making another memorial to someone I wish I could have touched, because she touched me.
And if I can, making good food for the Limeys.
Missing that woman pretty hard today.
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Over two years on and it all still applies.
Discussed Bri with another Dwellar earlier, and it doesn't take much to bring it all back.
Why don't people understand how fucking amazing they are when they're alive?!
It's not just hindsight on my part, I told her how blessed I was that she came into my sphere.
And I know people who she loved and who really looked out for her and did far more for her than I did feel the same guilt and shame.
That we couldn't shore up her amazing light.
I don't eulogise her because she died; I loved her passionately when she was alive. I just hurt because she's gone. It still hurts.
It's at the forefront of my mind because we went to Machrie Moor. And I can easily go for days, even weeks without thinking of her. But tonight I'm crying again, for all the things we can't share. Why couldn't she understand how irreplaceable she was?
Stone on stone. Sigh.