27/06/24

When I read the story, I hear parts of her so loud and clear, and I hear parts of my Mother in Nicola, and I hear myself in the prose, as though forcing myself to be in her shoes in this flimsy imitation on paper. I have never shied from producing work which channels my life and all its tenderness, but this story revived a grief I thought I’d grown peace with.

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