EVERY WORD... Written in the Arts Cafe, in a small and ancient town, 2007, 4 years before Toby committed suicide, waiting in the sun’s light and heat for Karen who had gone shopping for food for all of us. I wrote of ‘death’ so easily, self-indulgently, then, before Toby killed himself.
Brilliant!
Thank you.
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Thank you.