achingly gently slipping lightly almost tracelessly through the garden of France leaving only in the wistful hearts who sense an ephemeral passing a whisper of love a flutter of desire a sensation of passion a tear drop of longing and an eternity of wonder is the fate the flight the joy and the tragedy of the butterfly as it seeks the impossibility of the flower of perfection doomed to wander forever alone in endless heartache
A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
Enjoyed the audio and the word flowed but wow – such a sad ending unfolded
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