Dappled sunlight. Fallen leaves on a pavement. Scuffed white plimsolls.
It’s a simple autumnal scene, but for me, this picture holds a memory — it takes me back to a specific time and a place. The day these leaves fell was a Saturday in October last year. Life was slowly returning (after lockdown) to something more familiar. My book had just been publish…
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