The Day After Boxing Day

My mother died. She stopped breathing and so we walk out into the mist of the morning, the sun low and strong and we go for a walk at the sea.

The dog swims and runs. The baby is carried on his father’s back and looks wide-eyed at this new world around him.A walk with my mother.

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