I Think About You Every Day. Come Home.
A Grief Diary...
12th May
The sprout and I are walking home from her gymnastics class. We pass Morley Square, one of those private communal gardens in the middle of a square of houses, padlocked from the world, an idyll for garden parties and teenage smokers and cricket.
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