SYMPATHETIC MAGIC
Feb 06, 2020
1 minute
Poem by Sian Thomas
Illustration by Mary Zaleska
All her grandmother’s things still lived in the house,the girl didn’t have much of her own. Sheon the lumpen horse-hair mattress in the mouldof her grandmother’s body, in the narrow oak bedin which she imagined her father had been born.
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