Another time another life-silverspunsands

How the time we are born in determines what we can be. This a beautiful and gentle piece, a woman unable to reveal her true self even to herself. And a true friend who understood that and loved her anyway. Irene has of course taken that secret to her grave, but i would like to think that in another life she and Joan and Reg could have lived together happily ever after in erotic abandon. a lovely read. Juliet

I'm glad this was flagged up, I missed it for some reason. What a lovely piece of writing and how it resonated.

Just like to thank all you who read this piece and especially those who took the time and trouble to flag it. I enjoyed writing it - a piece dear to my heart.