I put on the skates, and I am a little girl again: eight or ten at the most. The blades of my skates slice through the ice. I can hear a clank and a swoosh, the wind in my pompom, cheeks burning, cold air in my nostrils, expelled in rapid vapours, forming frosty droplets on […]
Ageing disgracefully and with style — Anna Legat Author (my alter ego)
10 Dec 2016 Leave a comment
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