09:40

Paradise

My father is very ill. We sat together a few evenings ago, holding hands and looking out onto his garden, his creation over fifty years, in high English summer.

‘This is paradise.” he said to me, “Think of all the troubles across the world, and I am lucky enough to be here looking at this: it is paradise isn’t it?”

It is. And we need to remember it.
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