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LOOKING BACK

LOOKING BACK

Today, on my first walk without you, I kept on repeating a gesture that has now become something of a habit with me: looking back to check you were there. It's what I did for six and a half years, walk [...]

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FOR HAMLET (2000/2001-22/12/2014)

FOR HAMLET (2000/2001-22/12/2014)

Cherish the memories, they say. He had a good life. And it's true. Every day he would explore the woodland sniffs, drink from running streams and rain puddles, sometimes pausing to mindfully take in an exquisitely scrumptious wild scent magically embedded in some ordinary-looking clump of [...]

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A Greyhound’s Song

A Greyhound’s Song

I have lived my life in a cage Muzzled, even at Christmas. I wanted to play but this was forbidden. I slept on shredded newspaper 'to keep out the damp', they said. But it was cold, and it was hard. They only ever touched me to check [...]

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