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My brittle world – a winter tree cold and grey on a heaving sky, colourless eyes fixed inwardly on her. Frozen branches twisted, agonised, longing too much for her warmth. But winter has sealed a casket round my heart. I melt a hole in my frosted window to peer at the world I, prisoner of distance, …

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