I'm reading the book as though I were once more a wide eyed nervy boy -
I can remember waking up in my narrow bed, longing for light to fill every corner of the world -
Airfix bombers hung from my bedroom ceiling -
A shelf of Arrow paperbacks fed my dreams -
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A story I'd read then still haunts me -
I can see, even now, a white face floating outside the window, its red mouth pressed up against the glass -
17.00
Thursday 1,October 2015
The Old School House
East Stoke
Purbeck
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