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Geoffrey Dearmer 2014

The Word

I couldn’t tell you now what possessed me to shut summer out and stay in my room. Or at least attempt to. In bed mostly. It’s my dad, standing in the door frame not entering – but pausing to shape advice that keeps coming back. “Whatever is matter, must enjoy the life.” He pronounced this […]

Fielder

If I had to put my finger on where this started, I’d trace a circle round the one moment I came to, or the one that placed me, a fielder – just past the field, over the rope, having chased a lost cause, leathered for six… when, bumbling about, obscured in the bushes, I completely […]

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