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Always, Always

 

Time travel takes practise.

You stare hard at your gran’s photo.

She’s newly married, arm in arm,

in the neat back garden of their semi.

 

The journey takes seconds.

It feels a little like nodding off.

You open your eyes and there you are,

holding the camera.