Sublime reading, Eleanor. And this—“And I remember thinking, You should have told me first.”—the honesty in your telling is what breaks the heart open.
"We walked the ribbons, you and I; yellow and blue, I the sun and you the moon, your dog running, me on the arm of my father, he wore a tweed suit and wellies, a pheasant feather stuck in a deerstalker hat." Love this image of your father ... I listen to your voice as I follow ... except I found my eyes racing ahead at the "phone call" of course. Shit. Horror
Your writing is just so beautiful. Eek the foreboding of what will happen next. 🙈🤞🏻🫶🏻
Thank you so much Elaine.
Wow…. For it all. The pagan wedding, the wellies, the beauty and the trauma and the devastation and the telling.
Thanks Emily
The musicality of this passage is glorious. What a scene and what a blow.
Thanks Julie. It was.
My goodness, Eleanor. So much power packed into such a tiny punch (of space).
And oh those moments of knowing.
Oh those moments
I hadn't remembered until I did... 💔
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That is so traumatic, Eleanor. It must have been a shock indeed to find out at the same time as your other guests.
So vividly told, as always.
It was terrible
:( <3
The Yin and Yang Weekend of all Yin and Yang weekends...........
yup
Just bought the book! My hippie days were so grotty and yours so cool!
They had their grotty moments for sure… 😬🙃 And thank you very much for buying the book.
Beautiful gripping and shocking
Thank you
thank you Prajna
Sublime reading, Eleanor. And this—“And I remember thinking, You should have told me first.”—the honesty in your telling is what breaks the heart open.
thank you.
You gave me shivers.
thank you
Magnificent.
thank you
"We walked the ribbons, you and I; yellow and blue, I the sun and you the moon, your dog running, me on the arm of my father, he wore a tweed suit and wellies, a pheasant feather stuck in a deerstalker hat." Love this image of your father ... I listen to your voice as I follow ... except I found my eyes racing ahead at the "phone call" of course. Shit. Horror
horror
Oh man. What a moment. The photo looked like something from hundreds years ago (in the most beautiful way).
It was fairytale in every way.
That's such a refinement of tragedy it's a white out, runs alongside a kind of beauty in a mysterious way. Wouldn't dare it in fiction.
Thank you Ana.