The Cypress Maze

by Fiona Valpy

We always know our firsts: the first faltering steps a child takes; a first day at school; a first kiss. But we rarely know our lasts until it’s too late.

‘I understand now that grief is love that has nowhere to go.

"what is grief, if not love persevering"

it’s the struggle itself that gives the butterfly the strength to survive.’

physical pain is easier to cope with than mental anguish

they were streaming out of their walled town, despite the danger that threatened on all sides, and coming to help us.

Montepulciano still stood, serene in the afternoon sunlight, its ancient stones suffering but enduring.

looking out across the valley, remembering Harry’s smile and his kindness and his love

harry <3

the ghosts of the people I’ve loved the most are here. How can I leave them?

beatrice you will always be in my heart <3