07 August 2018

In memoriam


For the man who loved this poem:

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

- A. C. Swinburne

Farewell, nana. 

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