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Late-summer daydream Jack Heath
from Sentire Issue One
by sentirezine
Late-summer daydream
The bus stops at Heath Street and I imagine sitting next to my dead Grandad in his garden in the heart of the Potteries, in the ‘60s.
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“I’m afraid of not sounding like you”, I say to him,
voice a rounded pebble on the ‘20s Cambridge beachside.
He just smiles at me, with only a hint of pity.
