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We sat in the sun for an hour yesterday afternoon. It was warm on my face. I kept falling asleep listening to his voice calling out the clues. It made him laugh. It was the warmth, I wanted to say, but didn’t. Thank you for that, for the sun and his voice and the stroking of my feet.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.