Gone to the top of the hill

Warm sunny days
a sliver moon.

Stars bright
in inky black.

Lost now –

I went to the top of the hill where the late Iain Robinsons cremated remains were scattered last August. Thought I’d gone for the view but as it turned out it was to let a trail of grief into the breeze.

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