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the day her father died
I didn’t know Sarah’s dad particularly well. He was shy and religious. Sarah told me he found my presence difficult – she was the oldest and I was the first boyfriend in the family. Read more
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that funny place
Where trees go to bow their leaves and offer them to rainy streets. where sunshine scatters like loose change and kisses fall like petals. I only wish I could see you again, not because I forget— I see you too clearly if anything, Piecing you together each day. There’s your nose, opposite, on the tube,… Read more
Seaguls in mud 