Dear Alice, I am deeply sorry your life was cut short and it is quite unthinkable how unjust, cruel and pointless mankind can be. Remembering you: I always think of one of my favorite poems by Eva Gore-Booth: "The peaceful night that round me flows, Breaks through your iron prison doors, Free through the world your spirit goes, Forbidden hands are clasping yours. The wind is our confederate The night has left the doors ajar; We meet beyond earth's barred gate, Where all the world's wild rebels are." I hope you are with the rebels!Lit by Blogwesen on 20/11/2014
This candle went out on 21st December 2014.