Been about 2 years and 3 months since we said goodbye. The Buzzard flew higher-up then higher up, circling, telling me a story giving me a sign. Most of all reminding me of Teeside on the edge of dirty northern town not far from Seal sands. You told me about flight patterns eyesight of fierce predators. Searched the land below to find vulnerable wildlife suitable for next meal.
This old fool misses his only son wrapped up against the cold while chilly northcoast sea cuts through. Coulers of the day send odd shadows across beach and dale. Day is lasting longer even hint of warmth. But you know this one has been the longest winter without you.
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