I have two very early memories that centre around words. In the first, I am sitting next to my mother on the window seat of my childhood home in Epsom and she is teaching me how to follow a constellation of grey dots on a sheet of paper in order to trace my pencil over the outline of the letter ‘c’. We lived in a house adjacent to the Downs where, every…
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