‘It takes a lot to make a stew/A pinch of salt and laughter
too/A scoop of kids to add the spice/A dash of love to make it
nice.’
My first memory of feeling ‘that feeling’ – the feeling I have
never put a name to nor ever even considered naming – came upon me
in a shoe shop when I was five or six. The shop assistant parted
the crepe paper, lifted the shoe out of its box, …
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