The personal blog of Robert Hardy:
Filmmaker, Musician, Writer
The light seemed to shine right through her. The shadows, like a long black veil, concealed her face, her emotions, or lack thereof. Her voice, quiet and monotonous, laid upon me that which I had long been dreading, that of which it still pains me to think, that which was already known to me yet purposely forgotten in high hopes of regaining yesterdays long since passed. Many years had come and gone since I had last seen her face in full, since I had last heard the beautiful and subtle nuances of her soft-spoken voice. It seems I’m beginning to forget.