Category: Poetry
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Poetry: In the end
From the archive, written in the early days of the Covid-19 pandemic in April 2020. Location: Vauxhall, London. In the end,will we be gratefulfor the birdsong,the lie-ins andearly nights? The sense thatwe are not individualsbut a society ofcarers, loversand quiz champions wrapped up inthe glory of anotherfrozen pizza.Deliveroo anddancing, badly, shared with yourworld of threehundred […]
Elizabeth Townsend Writes 