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My stories

Tangled in my web

Delicate threads, fragile lines

Coming of age

When I grow up I want to be an astronaut a footballer, a fireman a racing car driver, then at the weekends a pilot.

Scar tissue

I picked at the scars with my racing mind until I felt the pain again

The thaw

I melted on the peaks one blue skied morning while you were still sleeping trickled under ice heavy from your night's dreams

High board

Tom Daley I am not when I take the plunge preferring a belly flop or a bomb just to say I'm there

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