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My Mum, by Misha aged 21 and 3/4’s

My mum was not an extraordinary or special woman. She was not supremely clever, or beautiful, or generous, or giving, or kind, or any of those things. She couldn’t act, or sing, or dance, or even really swim that well. … Continue reading

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