The moment, while it lasted, was a blur. I remember the usher fixing my gown on the side, for the umpteenth time, as my hood kept slipping back. The row of graduates in front of me gradually disappeared and, finally, I handed the piece of paper with my name to the man who was introducing… Continue reading Graduation At The Barbican
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