In the dead of night I think of you.
The scenery often changes: from the sands of the desert to the snows on the high mountains peaks.
Often the shapes change too, and the sky from time to time: courage knows no colour, courage knows no gender, courage is simple.
Soon is your graduation, my son.
Purple hearts…
What a thoughtful offering. wonderful piece!
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Very poetic – nice job!
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We are on the same wavelength this week. Peace.
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Powerfully written, befitting the respect earned and owed. Well done!
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I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to comment, as I did read this almost immediately after you posted. Honoré, your writing – no matter how sombre the theme – has a richness to it which is completely your style. The first sentence is so evocative that, even with simple lines following, I went back to read it and feel the weight of it again. So well done, my friend.
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This is so powerful in its simplicity. I agree with Jo-Anne, you have a lovely way with creating an impact no matter what the story!
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Wonderful post. Quite poetic.
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“In the dead of night I think of you” is a powerful opening.
I love all the things courage is not; simplicity isn’t the way I would describe it, but in your words it worked!
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