The gift A present is hope in thoughtfully chosen and expensive paper, (to be folded with equal thought for later, but never used) sharp folds and Sellotape hidden as if it was vulgar. Untied in slow motion to stretch the moment – the thought that counts – rolled the ribbons around your hand, tidy. I […]
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There goes another week. Just one of 4,000 that, apparently, I’ll have if my life stretches out an average length. You would think that after considerably more than 2,000 I would know how they go, yet, every single week’s opening starts with me hopping up and down on the starting line – this is the […]