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‘You can pin a maggot on a mackerel but you can’t pin a mackerel on a maggot,’ whispered the featureless child, his unheard words of wisdom floating away on the wind. There was lot of wind on the Suffolk coast that day and it was busy dragging the kite belonging to the father of the… Continue Reading Hand me my Hand by Alan McCormick
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