Miss Ewe

I need there to be more psychological depth in this piece of writing.
And then suddenly I have the fear that I have become shallow.
And just like that, it becomes all about me, me, me. Blech.
This is a lovely story – thanks for sharing it. Blah, blah.
Sorry – late night existential angst. Light’s fading.
This was always my most unfavourite time.
Makes me think of my late grandma.
Not that she was ever late at all.
Or ever called Grandma.
She was Nannan.
I miss her.



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