We are by the sea and I’m reading Cacophony of Bone by Kerri ní Dochartaigh while listening to waves against pebbles. Amongst all the things the book and the sea are making me think about, I’m thinking most about time. Probably because I have an iffy relationship with it.
I’ve always loathed wearing a watch and am hopeless at keeping track of time. Some …
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