He was there, somehow, with her...she didn't feel comfortless that week on her own. Memories of the time they had spent there brought an unexpected peacefulness and warmth, and Coppelia reflected on the contentment and happiness he had enjoyed in that place for so many years with his own family. There was a calming, reassuring presence in that place.
She slept alone in the bed they had shared, ate along at the table where they had played Scrabble whilst eating fish and chips...
And that high wall half way along the promenade, where a particularly precious memory came alive all over again.. June 23rd to June 30th 2013.
It was a good place to be.
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