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This special tree means so much to me . . .
BY LYNDA FRANKLIN
WELL, here we are!” Annabelle says, as she competently reverses into the last space of the car park. She gets out and walks round to open the door for her mum. “I think I’ll need the cushions.” Annabe
Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the
B ELLA KOSINSKY waved and smiled as her daughter-in-law stumbled up the path. Jodi was pushing the buggy with one hand and holding on to little Aaron with the other, while trying to keep various bags
DID you really grow up here?” Kerry tried not to shiver as she walked round the empty rooms. And not just because the heating hadn’t been on for a long time and the sound of the rookery in the nearby
In a new city, in a new life, Caro Giles wonders if she has at last found home
A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...