Sis, I forget you some days

Thirteen years ago you phoned to say you had met a guy, you were getting married and you'd be living in New Zealand together. We offered to fly out for the wedding.  You said no. It was happening very soon, on your birthday in fact and you said it wasn't worth it. The first time …

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My sister self

There is another me I talk to sometimes.  Another version of who I am. I speak to her a lot when things are at their worst and there is no-one else for whom the words would come out. She listens.  She tells me what I already know but can't believe; that things are not so …

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