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If I can just get through the day Knowing I can return to the vessel Where oblivion is docked And I can retreat into silent, Solitary tunnels, my...

‘A parcel came for you,’ Lynne said dryly without looking up from her laptop. ‘Ah good, yes the new car battery for my old Audi.’ She glared at him...

Dreaming about mum. Walking along a country lane. We saw plump birds appear from the tall grass and scuttle across the road. They had brown feathers, speckled black, and jade green necks. I asked mum why they didn’t fly. “They’re pheasants,” she said. “You eat them.”

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