Not being heard
When a lost parcel unleashed a maelstrom of feelings
A maelstrom of matter and energy, NASA
A parcel containing something as banal as a gifted customised tshirt was delivered at my address last Saturday and it was promptly stolen before I could get to it. I had been waiting for that parcel with almost childlike excitement, the sort of anticipation that pulls you through dull days and makes every doorbell …
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