My heart is so sad for those family and friends waiting at the gate in Paris. My heart is so sad for the people back in England who will receive a box with a lifeless body inside and bundles of broken people instead of jubilant sunburned people returning from holiday.
I am growing more and more easy each day, and yet there is more than enough sadness everywhere.
It is hard to make sense of these things...
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