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Iridescent blue,
The kingfisher perched so near…
I was mesmerised.
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Sue Brettell
I'm a multi-hat-wearing designer, writer, actor and "living well with cancer" advocate. Diagnosed with stage four breast cancer in mid 2021, I am going where the curveball takes me. Writing it seems!
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