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The Soil
All of the envy I have belongs to my roses.Hiding under the sanctuary of soil until winter has waned,still so beautiful when spring becomes summer,but I am running all year,finding shelter in nothing,reminders of you in all things,that little threat of tears at the base of my throat when I remember that I never had…
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It Doesn’t Mean Anything
The temperature is tepid,flags flick and flex in the winter wind from every window,lit up by advent candles,because the football is apparently coming home for Christmas,after ignoring its obligations for several years (unless a woman asked),and every night,the pub is buzzing,because people finally have something to look forward to on this mad little island. You…
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Mr Bell
As a child, all that Beauregard had was his books. He’d run away from the orphanage several times a week, and the police would always find the boy in the town’s library, huddled over huge volumes, because he simply loved to read. His name had come from a book. His mother could not read, but…
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True Love
They say that you can speak what you need into existence, and so, I suppose you have to be careful about the lies that you tell. It sounds like a simple lesson, but it’s one that I’ve learned in the worst way imaginable. Have you ever said something without thinking? Have you ever hurt someone…
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In Which She Gets The Christmas Tree Out Of The Cupboard
The Christmas cheer creeps out of the cupboard it has called home for the last year,and I am anxiously arranging the resilient plastic prettiness into some kind of chaotic order.Surrounded by gold and silver.Dior on a dollar.I am desperate to dazzle this December,because I am the hostess with the most angst and insecurity,so please be…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 