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My Children Try to Teach Me to Love Unfinished Things

markers with lids half-on, coloring books set out with pages like butterflies, half-beautiful; my hands covered in raw meat, dripping and dangerous – or dirt, with the torch lilly barely out of the pot, ready to be surrounded and held … Continue reading

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