Good Day Bad Day
I have a childhood scar on my left hand from when I selected the sharpest knife from the drawer and confidently stabbed right through a plastic lid deep into my middle finger. I was making a home for some small creatures I’d found under some wood in the garden and was trying to pierce breathing holes for them in an old yoghurt tub. Instead they were a…
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