Before my eyes my grandchildren relentlessly grow and change from babies, to children, to young people.
by Charlie Leck
A photograph arrives by email and it takes my breath away – not only the loveliness of it, but the truth with which it slams me! There is no slowing things. They insist! They will take their places and they march inexorably toward them.
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