Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
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So, we all live our lives. Sometimes a memory will intrude. I let the good ones in. Tadcu picking me up and swinging me around [he died in 1970]. Gil and his jokes-“How can you tell if an elephant’s been in your fridge? Footprints in the butter.” The outside toilet [complete with resident spiders]. The huge gooseberry bush whose berries we would cram in our mouth-Haribo Sours are for amateurs. The ice cream parlour and the slag heaps that even after Aberfan loomed over the village. Mamgu cooking and knitting and always making sure everyone else was comfortable.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of…
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
So, we all live our lives. Sometimes a memory will intrude. I let the good ones in. Tadcu picking me up and swinging me around [he died in 1970]. Gil and his jokes-“How can you tell if an elephant’s been in your fridge? Footprints in the butter.” The outside toilet [complete with resident spiders]. The huge gooseberry bush whose berries we would cram in our mouth-Haribo Sours are for amateurs. The ice cream parlour and the slag heaps that even after Aberfan loomed over the village. Mamgu cooking and knitting and always making sure everyone else was comfortable.