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Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments

Being fifty-something, I love to scrutinise the past for “pivotal” moments – those points in time when something changed. Or you changed. Or the world changed. There are the biggies you can draw a line beneath and from then on everything (Every. Thing.) falls above or below, before or after. But sometimes the moment is… Continue reading Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments