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Cannon
These iron model cannons are a thing in my dad’s family. My uncle has one, too. This one used to sit on the tile beside the gas fireplace in the living room of the house I grew up in. From this item I am learning preciousness can be a sort of loathing, even dread. It…
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My first steps
Someone gave this to my Mum when I was born. The graphic design repelled me but the documentation of the first few months of my life was undeniably compelling. Mum dutifully filled in the first five or six pages. Noting my first smile, my first laugh and… … when I started to creep. After that,…
