"It dawned on me that ‘gone’ isn’t some throwaway term or vast black hole by which you can define the absence of someone; it’s the little empty spaces, like a vacant armchair or the slippers by their bed or a redundant coat hanging off the end of the stairs." -Amy Peckham-Driver
I caught Auntie Sheila's scent in the pages of her 'living light' book, and immediately bent my head to inhale.
Treasure.
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