Saving Throw

Drawing in my grandmother’s studio, sucking on a coffee cordial, listening to classical on NPR, aged 7.

Sharing headphones with a twenty two year old mailman from Bath, taking a bus from Bilbao to San Sebastian.

(Later, climbing over the groynes in San Sebastien like children.)

In the arms of someone who loves me.

In my mother’s kitchen, cooking pasta and squash for my friends. (The squash was a hit.)

Wading in lakes in the Yukon.

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