“Sleep, sleep,
sleep beneath my spider-headed crown
in these arms,
silken, crimson, deadly,
till you awake to the harsh screech of an eagle
teaching its young to fly!”
It is that kind of morning and that kind of an awakening. Beaten awake by lilies I emerge into the day, regretfully, leaving something behind that seemed dear once and yet is already forgotten.
Mike Absalom, wildly talented, funny, a man whose use of the English language is sans pareil. He's a fabulous artist and the best man you could know. Mike, you already know how much we love you but it does no harm to tell you at every opportunity...Matt Caroline Amelia and Charlie
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