Ascending

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Ascending through grey

Slicing sad, foreboding clouds.

Miracle of flight

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I’m struggling a bit with blogging at the minute.  All the zap seems to have gone out of me.  It’s natural enough, I suppose.  I hate these grey skies and Dad’s loss has left an emptiness.  The day I left Faro was one of the longest in my life.  The sky itself felt full of sorrow, and I both wanted, but dreaded, to be home again.  But down on the Praia life went on.  A battle with the elements that held me captive for a few sweet moments.

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If there’s one thing you can rely on it’s that Thursday’s Special, and that Paula will do her best to make it so.  Thanks, lovely lady.

109 comments

      1. Yes / any diversion or distraction helps –
        And whew – felt like I was looking out the window over the airplane sing with you – one of those photos that stick with ya!
        ❤️️

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