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She’s walking across the lawn towards me, a basket of gardening tools hanging from her arm, her white hair glistening in the sun. She doesn’t yet know that I’m here, and won’t until I choose …
We wanted to be giants. In our small town we were surrounded by people thinking small, being small. You told us we were growing, but we felt as though we were shrinking. Our lungs constricted until it…
A dark-haired woman sits alone in the window of a café close to Paddington station. She stares out into the falling rain and wonders what he will look like after all these years, how it will feel to…