You were our blessing, given when the first leaves changed colour. Autumn, such an appropriate name. As the last leaves fell, and before we could know you, you were snatched away. A single copper leaf held fast, the colour of your hair. Tenderly we took it, pressing it for eternity.
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Very moving.
Heart breakingly beautiful.
Your beautiful story touched my heart.
So quietly beautiful and affecting.
I like how the warmth evoked by the rich Autumn imagery, especially the colour of copper itself, underlines the profound sense of loss which goes hand in hand with the perpetual glow of memory.
So much emotion in so few words—very moving, Chris.