« The children come, believing the moon follows us alone. »
Not only is that hauntingly beautiful, it unlocked the memory of riding in my parents car, my face and hands pressed to the window, watching the moon try to catch up as it followed me, everywhere.
This inspired me, I truly needed it. Thank you 🙏🏻
Happy to hear that, Claire. Thank you for your readership🌻
« The children come, believing the moon follows us alone. »
Not only is that hauntingly beautiful, it unlocked the memory of riding in my parents car, my face and hands pressed to the window, watching the moon try to catch up as it followed me, everywhere.
❤️
Excellent series about the complexities of grief
I,d prefer my evening without regret