“Walked early to look at my old house in Piccadilly – saw into the room where I have sat with him, and felt as if I had lived there with a friend who was long since dead to me.

No sense of past agony – all mournfully soft.”

About the Author Tee Bylo

Artist and Storyteller. A Seeker of Elusive Ancestors and a Wanderer of Cemeteries. Partial to Chocolate...