When I was 18, or thereabouts, I’d written a few poems. The beauty of the Urban Springs. The first Uncle Silas. One or two others, that may not be on the site. And then I went through a bit of a block. At the time, I thought that I had used up all of my talent. Fancy that. Thinking I had talent.

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