alone nowretreadingold paths
brink of sleepthe tetherof your touch
mum’s eightiethshe smiles . . . but her eyesare light years awayTom Staudt
visiting mumat the hospital—all the other mums
summer daysthe sting in the endof seaside stories
goldfield cemetery—my ancestors in the sectionwith no headstone
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