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Sabha remembers Danny Mathew
Dear danny,
Tears blur our vision as we scroll—
Noises of a strange silence do we hear today,
Though in a room of voices we have never known.
Memories may depart— for they simply must, but in the grasses of Rudra will you always respire and the benches of Sabha for aye you will warm; College Hall will, for an eternity, echo with your questions
(And your questioning)—
In camera rolls you have a permanent abode.
When Sabha gathers as one, and with each Halla Bol that is uttered,
In dingy flats in OGC, and in each fairy light-twinkle therein,
In the Circuses you conjured and the scenes you immortalised,
You will be remembered.
Respiring and never truly far—
No breath of yours is the last
Picture: Via Danny Mathew's Instagram page (@the.badshepherd)
With love,
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