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Songs from Ikaria

A sense of calm and tranquility edges back into our lives as we spend a week on the remote island of Ikaria with our niece, my late brother's daughter. There is little to do but sit and gaze at the depthless fathoms - seemingly less black than they might have looked eighteen months previously. We laze around, swim, read books, reminisce a little and drink too much wine. His presence hovers on the periphery, just out of reach.

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