Helen Kelly – Loneliness And The Writer

I choose to walk through Victorian parks with Edwardian characters, rather than real-life friends. Sometimes the characters hold my hand. Mostly they’re cross with me. I choose to walk through Victorian parks with Edwardian characters, rather than real-life friends. Sometimes the characters hold my hand. Mostly they’re cross with me, annoyed, critical, but it’s my job to understand them, not theirs to understand me.

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