TAYLOR Paul.

Paul tip-toed into twilight where we will one day go, now caressed with tenderness with no fear at all, his face shining river gold, brushed by soft black stars. Angels wings have soothed his cares and all the birds shall sing at dawn,you and I will meet one day under the night sky, underneath the night sky and lit by soft black stars.

Brother Gary, Sisters Gill, Carol and Alison and Stephen. X

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