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By Star of David Date: 2013 Jan 18 Comment on this Work [[2013.01.18.06.10.5412]] |
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when my Grandfather – the Anglophile – was alive, I learned to eat (confidently) with cutlery and when my Mother – the Anglophobe – finally arrived, I learned to eat (awkwardly) with my fingers but with you – what were you? – I learnt to carve (myself); not even all 10 fingers could close the wounds |