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young tourists from Latvia or Estonia take selfies and mug for the camera
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These huddled souls could be a cult of fairytale scholars exiled to the area by unseasonal floods in Belarus...
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A spasm rippled across your face as the dropping sun emphasized your bloodshot eyes. “More fool me,” you said, propping me back in the now upright pram and pushing it along towards the church gate.
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I’ve quit my job and squirreled away a bit of cash to get me started. I’ll live with Eoghan Brady and some other Irish guys in a house in Harrow and Wealdstone.
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In this glass your eye looms like the Cyclops, huge and bleary, the red veins like those that stick out of the beheaded turkey at Christmas before Mam cleans it up for stuffing.
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My father’s ashes are still in the Jacob’s Kimberly Cream tin, weighed down by a pile of old manuscript pages from a novel that’ll never see daylight.
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The back of the car was where all the words landed, all the sighing and weeping, all the bemoaning of the list of those who’d wronged you.
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Somehow, I have your body,
but you’ve gone missing.
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the moment he started walking
my hands were given new tasks to do:
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