The weight of memory weaves through this story by @abbywilliams.bsky.social - a tough subject, handled beautifully.
"the curled question mark of dark hair, soft as butter, light as a butterfly wing."
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Occasionally even the scent of chip shop vinegar is enough to take Jenny back to her old redbrick road, the chafing cold of the privy, the knife-tear sensation so unexpectedly agricultural, anatomical...
