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Past Present 23 May 2013

Posted by Dr Moose in Changes, Life, Prose, Time.

Moving house is a strange business, but the stuff you discover in packing and unpacking is even stranger; magic keys to that only half-remembered past. Long-neglected notebooks of prose and poetry, as much as 25 years old. Photos of friends’ new-born now teenagers. Half-written songs, stories and role-playing games scenarios. Memories, equally dusty, suddenly shining afresh in the light of re-discovery. And amid them all, hand-written letters from father to son, bitter-sweet, as undiminished wit & unfading ink span the years.



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