Put it in Writing

Life written up


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Half way along the river… there stands a friend

This image shows a red wine glass.

Old friend – like warm slippers or a comfy  sweater, slipped back into easily. But also priceless and valued like a fine wine or beautiful jewellery – because of the backstory and provenance. Together, reunited – as we were thirty-five years ago – not crumpled and a wee bit worn – but light, liberated, laughing.

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