Tag: drums
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Keep the presence of an absence like a drumbeat that never ends!
The end of life always comes with a unique aesthetic stamp. It’s almost always alien to the natural parts of living. Almost always strange to experience this presence of a finite absence. To mourn this sense of loss for someone I loved dearly. To even expect this end giving the outcome is so debilitating. Woven…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 