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Oct 11, 20231 min read

Heirlooms


Epsom High Street. Pink light bouncing off shop fronts. Feels like you are still here. Feels like we are speaking about dice. Working out the chances of throwing six sixes in a row. Laughing because Epsom is an anagram of poems. I rail against brittleness on the drive home.


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Stephen Paul Wren

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