Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.
![Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window,](http://cdn.quoteddaily.com/images/jenny-downham/adam-strokes-my-head-my-face-he-kisses-my-tears-we-are-blessed-let-them-all-go-the-sound-of.jpg)