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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