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It’s been six years since I started to talk about the effect of my mother’s suicide, sharing my story for the first time, by invitation of my now friend Angela Samata at a private audience with the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I sat terrified with a collective of others bereaved as part of a Read.
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In the shadows of the corners Stands the ghost of you Quietly out of sight Or your hand Wrapped quiet and gentle Around my shoulder. In the wintered branches Sits the ghost of you The curious tilted head Of a plump visiting robin Or the stood still little egret Above the flood full curving brook. Read.