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As folk had done since time immemorial, she got on with things, because otherwise… who would feed the dog?

Always remember, although the unimaginative see life as a thread stretched from one point to another, birth to death, a life truly lived is a glorious tangle. One is never lost. And if one is lucky, one is never found, either.

What is the feeling that tells any of us, even after we’re grown-up and know better - know it’s likely that they’ll hurt us, maim us, leave us flayed open - to check in with the people with whom we share DNA?