Redundancy feels like bereavement. When it finally comes, it comes suddenly – like a thief – stealing something incredibly precious and leaving us with a deep sense of hurt and loss.
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EGB – These be the Verses
16.4.1932 – 30.1.1978 By her It Must Die On Failing to Advise Failures Trivia Caspar If It Hurts The Trap Apathy Platitudes Slum Clearance Vitality October Newly Added Précis on sense of touch We are the Dead People A Little Another Satire Depair Optimism About her Fragile Transparency Blair Atholl Mothers Day The Last Word…
Unwrapping The World 