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A dark cold winter night was when Girl, exiled as we were, came into my life,
founding a dynasty that enlivened my home for the next two decades.

With her remaining strength, onto a window sill she jumped,
a farewell to the world she had come from, for, in my arms, to die.

Another dark cold winter night that was.

 

Girl, 1977

 

 

 

I with doll, 1978

 

 

An imprint of the city in my imagination

 

  

 

Cottingham Road, 2014

 

 

Forty years later, I am still here.

 

 

 

Café Newland Avenue, 2015

 

 

 

The rivers, 2014