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My Father Is From Newark In Nottinghamshire And My Mother Is From The Very North Of Ireland. They've Ended Up In Scotland, Where My Father - Well, Both Of Them - Will Always Be Seen As Having Come From Somewhere Else.

There Are Things That Can't Be Said, Because It's Hard To Have To Know Them.

Fashion Is Fickle, And I Was Published Because I Was Fashionable. Because I Was Gay.

Remember You Must Live. Remember You Most Love. Remainder You Mist Leaf.

Outside The Leaves On The Trees Constricted Slightly; They Were The Deep Done Green Of The Beginning Of Autumn. It Was A Sunday In September. There Would Only Be Four. The Clouds Were High And The Swallows Would Be Here For Another Month Or So Before They Left For The South Before They Returned Again Next Summer.