The Last Post from Cuques

Des matins

Morning coffee or tea

My nook ( so close to CP)

dernier partiel

So woah.

cliquez-moi

my last days.  my last exam.  my last meals. my last hugs. my last rides. my heart beats number these.

All life is like this, and it better be.  I expect nothing less.  Irreplaceable.  Soldier on.

More to come after my exam and when I start breathing and before I start holding my breath.

xxx
cwg

Oh hiiiiiii Maxi.

Available in thought bubbles near you.

the drill (but in a new tab)

ça reste un mois...

Why does something inevitable still have that ability to sneak up and knock your feet out from under you?

Claire Winter

48 hours and counting

Just click it in a new tab please

This is what is happening in my mind

This is me trying to hide it...

 ....is it working?

See you later?
Claire

The heart of my Aix

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Chin-Chin, Prost, Santé, Skål, Na zdraví, SKULL IT, Proost, Salud, and Cheers mes petits lapins.

In every lovely summer's day...

...in that small café...

...the park across the way.....

I'll always think of you that way...

...I'll find you, in the morning sun....

....I'll be seeing you.

Every time I smell lavender, or roasting chestnuts, or the sweet scent of fresh brioche wafting up the street, I will close my eyes and see images chiseled onto the back of my eyelids. Josh laboriously tasting his newest ice cream choice......Caitlin walking with a stride as big as her boundless imagination.....Roby eyes closed as she imbibes the sun as well as her ever-present coffee.....Ben speaking with reverence about his breakfast and then renewed animation for his next meal.

    This time now, these moments where you can feel time tick, rushing past you like a wave you've spotted and tried to ride in, are upon me.  This time now, is like the end of that ice cream.  Piled, giant and overwhelming endless at the beginning and now dwindled to the half melted dregs that you're vainly trying to save and cherish.  These days in Aix are starting to scrape the bottom of the bowl.  The spoonful is less full day by day, but still just as sweet.  

Claire Winter Gorton

"The limit does not exist!"

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"Enough or not...it will have to do" 

CC

silence.

I never want to miss opportunities.  I never want to fall behind on emails.  I never want to lose touch with someone for whom I care deeply.  I must be conscientious of these things.  Time has this way of flowing, overwhelming you into unconsciousness.  Life is one foot in front of the other, and if you don't direct your footsteps, you will still be marching ever forward.  Keep track of it, friends.  Keep track of friends.

Whatever it is CC, you can handle it. 

Don't rest in peace,

take whatever the f*ck comes at a running stride.

I know you will.

-Claire Winter Gorton