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Memoir: my first snowman

Our back garden in the snow. Let’s build a snowman, says my father. The winter light is milky, shot through with a tentative sun.

I am wearing a brown pinafore. 170 more words

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Aftermath of the Robbery

This is from chapter three of An Empire of Silence – Aftermath of the Robbery

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Death in Repose

This is from chapter two of An Empire of Silence – Death in Repose

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