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april fool (of cold)

april fool (of cold)

how could it come to this?

i realise that i've become mrs.perou's dad: the keen amateur who used to photograph his children after bike accidents before rushing to their rescue.
i could have reached for a tissue: instead i reached for a camera.

i wrote a poem about snot once: 'where does all the snot come from?'.
it's still a puzzle to me.