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My father’s green hunting jacket still had his smell on it. It was way too big for me so I had to roll up the sleeves three times before my hands could see daylight. The last time I saw him wearing it was when he took me to Crick’s Bend, where the salmon were all funnelled into a stream only a couple of yards wide. Easy pickings but we didn’t catch anything. He’d gotten too tired and we came away after only a half an hour. He coughed all the way back to the car. That was probably the last thing we did together.

There is a young woman, wrong, there is not. She’s not yet an adult, but she’s not still a child. She’s in her teens. She wants to consider herself an adult, let it be that she’s accorded that. Begin again. There is a young adult sitting beneath a tree under a grey-blue sky. There may be a seven-week-old foetus buried inside her, there may be not. What’s to be said about the tree? Well, first, this is no wind-shook sapling. It’s immense, measured against the young adult, who’s no longer a child but only recently, quietly so. It’s fully grown, compared to the soft changeling wh...