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Nonpareil. On voyaging from darkness, into light

I can’t remember what we had for breakfast. But, as always, we had tea. Thank goodness. Unusually, while still at table, I checked my emails on my phone. That’s where the shadow was waiting. My lovely husband, baby of five … Continue reading

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