In the midst/ 1888

In the midst of life we are in death. And death holds dominion over us all. Death was the only way I saw for myself then- yet all those who knew me may have thought otherwise. In the midst of life I surely was. One and thirty, brilliant, talented and respected. Avid cricketer, reader ofContinue reading “In the midst/ 1888”

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