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Bang in the middle of Beech Road,just past the prefabs,on the way home from schoolin the first year,was where Charlesworth told mewhat mums and dads d..
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A sprinkling of spring sunshine and I bet people have alreadyforgotten the crashes on the roads yesterday because of fog,but I'm not forgetting my bes..
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Disused Quarry 1956It was when the tadpolesgot too old for the sweet-jarthat I went to the quarry,performed the necessary ceremony,and first felt pate..
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Wheeled along by a nurse,the limp girl in the gardenmust be in her twenties,with someone’s clothes,someone’s hair-style;her heels, institu..
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Victorious Britainstill looking defeatedfive years onrationing and malaisehaircurlers and debtbombsites and BrylcremeUnion Jacks out of nowherechildre..
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("We" start Madame Bovary then "we" disappear)Googling back to where I was fifty years ago,I come out of the Ecole Normale on Rue Anselmeand head for ..
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i. 1954Either mistaken half a mile off targetfrom the blacked-out Mersey docks,or off-loaded onto with full apologieson the way back to the Fatherlan..
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Old Pete?Now he could grow a thing or two,and he did, year after year,even when he got the wilt on him.Gave me tomato plants in spring,for finding his..
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She directs us to our seats,pointing with the wing of a swan,fingers trailing like feathers,Margot at the movies,hair tight in a bun,feet in first pos..
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Fierce pain sharked through his arm.Pietro Bornorquod rent air and ears,skeltered fatly through narrowing lift-doors,with desperado gusto of weary tra..
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