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189. Dog.

I am lying in the half light of an Autumn Sunday morning, still half submerged in the last weak waves of sleep that are only just beginning to recede, exposing the flotsam and jetsam of a new day for my … Continue reading

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147. First Born

I don’t write about you much, do I? It’s not that I don’t think about you, that I don’t love you, because I do. More than you know, probably. You know how your brother is, with his clumsy attention seeking, … Continue reading

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