Olivia and I went out for lunch at Churchill Arms on Tuesday, the fourth anniversary of Catherine’s death, to spend time with each other and to raise a glass.
Grief still lives inside us, but its edges are no longer as sharp as they once were (2023, 2022, 2021); I took a photo of Olivia on the occasion, and she took a photo of me, and I think you can see the lack of sharp edges in our faces.
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Well snapped. It’s nice to
Well snapped. It’s nice to see you softly edged.
Here's to softer edges.
Here's to softer edges.
😍
😍
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