At journey’s end
Sep 11, 2019
3 minutes
With WENDYL NISSEN
So there’s just Dad now. Living in the cottage at our house, still surrounded by the things my mother loved so much. Clothes she had collected through the years and refused to part with, strange little knick-knacks and odd pieces of jewellery she’d gathered together in little boxes all over the house. Approximately 80 turtles – not live ones, just ornamental ones she’d collected throughout her life. The endless cooking utensils and appliances
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