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I could imagine Henry’s low voice drifting out of the kitchen while the kettle boiled noisily. How I longed for the sound of his slippers shuffling as he fetched the tin of his favourite ginger biscuits, all the while telling me about birds he’d seen in the garden.
Jacinta Palmer🍂
✍ Posy Churchgate
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The memories are very vivid
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