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I am trying to make out the crane driver’ s face through two panes of glass, a sealed vacuum filled with colourless gas, a sheet of tinted perspex through which two tubes enter, as though the room itself were on oxygen.
“ Jesus, don’ t take her now. Not while the children are still small. Give her a few years free of the misery”- I pray to the man in the crane.
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When we slip out for an early bird she pulls her sleeve discreetly down to conceal the wristlet that bears her name and DOB, which leaves me picturing her in her first weeks.
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To the legendary TV memory man who passes while we eat and smiles, she tells me after, she was on the verge of saying,“ You that has the great memory, do you remember me?”
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