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Wandering around with words for Remembrance Sunday

Minding Grandpa Grandpa sits in silence twisting threads on a white wooden frame with rows of neat nails on each side weaving patterns with silky thread recovering from the Great War and comrades lost on the Somme forbidden by Grandma … Continue reading

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