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Brother: from the archive of 1989

I’ve got a brother, he writes songs, about junk yards – and fish. And when he goes, he leaves plectrums. Piles of plectrums. And empty bottles of Jack.  – Benjamin F Jones I am going through my old work – … Continue reading

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