We all grow old...or hope to. The bodies unwinds from the spirit, perhaps leaving pure spirit. But there is loss along the way. Those irreplaceable friends who added richness and depth. 
Retracing my footsteps in an abandoned Irish convent, this time with more timbers missing, floorboards moldered and nature reclaimed, there are constant reminders of how life is truly fleeting, pitiful and infinitely sweet. 

 


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