Yet again she uses pure language to assail and express the ineffable. Damn it, she's good.
"Hands pale, as if the blood that coursed through them has all gone to my heart to sustain it for it has no other nourishment."
That's darlin' Brigid again. Bless her.
It was a very touching post with many milestones along the way that I was too familiar with. Worth a read but most especially if the wind is up and the night brings rain. And a cup of late coffee to fend off the chill...