Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic

When I was a child, I looked at pictures to understand the world. Photos taken by my Dad. Coloured “slides” projected onto a collapsible screen, having been inserted into the carrier ” upside down and back to front” in Dad’s projector.

Snuggled under blankets on the lounge chairs or couch, Dad operating the cassette of slides through the projector. Outbursts of laughter, groans, anger from Dad if one of us had poked a tongue out at the moment of capture, and you asked me to identify my favoured emoji?

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Words words words

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