For Alice. With love.

Funny how you can be miles away.
Both literally and figuratively.
I'm not at my best early in the morning.
Then suddenly, you feel a twinge of familiarity.
You look and see with new eyes, and your
mind takes you back to places long forgotten.

I used to go to Walthamstow market with my nan.
No d.o.c. wine or salami there. Not in those days,
maybe there is now? There was fruit though. And
lots of other stuff, and colourful language and people.
Chaotic and big, so I held onto my nan's hand tightly.
Would give anything to hold her hand just one more time.

Mez

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