Grief Is the Painted Glass
“Are you alright Noel?” Pat Nolan asked as he puttered by in the compact tractor, “Stand in there off the road.” Noel looked to his left, noticing the wide gap he had left between himself and the bramble hedge. “I’m alright Pat. Thanks.” He said, waving him on before he moved to occupy the […]
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