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Well, here we are again, after what seems like an age, because it was. This is to tell you all that in September of last year I very nearly died of a very rare, fast-growing, treatable kind of brain cancer. After a summer of migraines and exhaustion, my friend demanded that I go to the … More checking in


And in spite of all terror, spit in their face, crush shards of broken glass beneath your feet. I was never brave, but learned it long ago. Some things are so, slow dawn, grey light that does not fade but grows to bright. You do not need it all. But learn to eat glass. Let … More spite