He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Again for the second time in a couple of days, at that first moment of news, I am hit with above W.H. Auden quote.
As I typed away in my office overlooking the most beautiful
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