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“Layers of memories have grown like tree rings” – Katrina

My Cardiff. Wet, black and red. Growing up in London, that’s all I knew of Wales – constant rain, coal-black miners and dismissive comments by adults about red strikers. And children like me being killed in Aberfan. Altogether a gloomy … Continue reading

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