The Buried Circle. Jenni Mills

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      In memory of my father, Robert Mills, who flew

      1916-78 and my mother, Sheila Mills, who danced 1921-2007

      I sought for ghosts and sped

      Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.

      Percy Bysshe Shelley,

      Hymn To Intellectual Beauty

      Time wounds all heels.

      Groucho Marx, John Lennon,

      and others, including Margaret Robinson