The IVF didn’t work. I have no more energy to think or do or write photograph. So there are no pictures for May and no essays either. I am borrowing other people’s words to define the month.
Excerpt from The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Cohelo
We had it all, apart from the one thing we wanted most – a child. And so we had nothing.
Soldier’s Poem by Muse
There’s no justice in the world
There’s no justice in the world
And there never was
The Spotted Elephant 