Parumpapumppum. Sometimes people like to comfort me when things go wrong in my life by saying, “at least you’ll have plenty to write about”. This is very rarely a consolation. I prefer not to think of the fact that Moving Galleries like my poem about my Nanna dying. I wish my Nanna was… Continue reading do you see what I see
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