I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never
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My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were
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Image: Golden Cage by Der Cooky I had not been to the cinema in decades really, until Peter Jackson came along with Lord of the Rings. The TV remote was,