Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse (this is where Clement Clarke Moore ends and I begin) No stockings were hung by the chimney with care Not a chance that Santa would ever come there Two little brothers grimy and tattered as could …
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The Big Sleep
He is abandoned asleep on the sofa. His breathing is light and even. How peaceful he looks, childlike and vulnerable, cocooned in his private inner space, where the outside world cannot touch him. When I see him like that, I imagine how his mother must have looked at him whilst a baby cradled in her …
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