I I have at home a Moses basket that lies empty, for the child that should have inhabited it is spread on the wind; ashes to ashes dust to Hertfordshire dust along the Lea Valley. Once he had a home a tight, …

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Back from Austria and regretting the fact I live in Britain and miss out on all the best Euro-pop. This summer, the radio in the car was full of this (from 2003 but being played constantly at the moment in …

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