Roots or tendrils?
It wasn't a residency day today - but I found the water bottle, in a shoe, obviously. I exchanged some messages on Facebook and am intrigued by Rosherville Gardens, a now closed pleasure garden. A few people I know shared stories of the area via messages. I'm settling down with some of the books that Päivi leant me. So it feels like roots, or tendrils are starting to connect me to Gravesham in a delicate way.
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