Songs Without Music I wrote these words in the Summer of 2015, alone on a beach in Formentera. They came in a rush. My wife Sara had died suddenly and much too young, 18 months before. This is a short book, but I hope that readers may gain an understanding of what it is like to lose the one person who is at the very heart of everything in their life. The hole it leaves is like a vacuum, devouring everything with light and leaving only darkness. It...
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