cathy12.jpg (34374 bytes) Two different faces, the real and the reflection on a cold beam of light , and the beams of wood over her head came from scrapped Men of War down in Woolwich dockyards; every nick and cut in the black, old trees tells of heavy seas and the heat of the tropics. Just behind her is the piano our father practised on , playing Schubert, Chopin and Beethoven sometimes for hours.

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