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© Khrystyna Kazakova

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
from Ode: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth

Still searching for strength in the ruins of what was a beautiful life – rest in peace.