Dragonflies and Sea Frets

(Or: Applying The Essentialising Filter ™️ of bereavement) It is now a month since my father died. Grief came in unanticipated form, insinuating itself subtly, damply, into the walls, floors and ceilings, draped light as a sea fret over the roof tiles and filming the windows. It is as though my present and my past... Continue Reading →

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