The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

Kate Mosse
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space...
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space...
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space...
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space...
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The days, the months, the years of a person’s life are certain. The question is how we live them. We can let our days pass by on autopilot or we can make them worth living. The shadow of a person you know is gone is not always the blackest shadow of all.

It often brings with it some of the best of their light. The shadow takes with it our memories, their hopes, and even their fears. Those memories will always guide us and keep us on track.

That’s why shadows are so useful.

Source: The Winter Ghosts

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