Murder, she wrote ... odd coincidences

Today is the 6th anniversary of J's friend Tarlo's disappearance.  As we know now, it is actually the anniversary of his murder. 

This morning I was reading our local weekend newspaper, and was startled by an article about our murdered friends K & G.  They bred Shire horses (great bloody big horses, similar to draughts) and they had embarked on an embryo transfer programme to continue the breed, the first time in Australia.  They were murdered in January, the foal was born this month.

Two totally random events, but today they coincided.

Time doesn't heal.

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Always a pleasure, Deb - and as I look at my in-box there are a RIDICULOUS amount of LJ comments I've not yet responded to (and a few from your good self), so I know how it gets sometimes. You have to pick your battles. ;-)