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Hermione Wilds: Rubbed out Artist
I wrote this for an artistic children’s television presenter called Mark who died several years ago. The light you clipped – Cut. The hue you rubbed – out. The light you Marked – drawn. The thumb you pressed- loose. The face you crafted – shattered. The eye you cast – crushed. The wire youContinue reading “Hermione Wilds: Rubbed out Artist”