One day I found myself editing the sentences in my mind. Adjusting them to suit the friend I was conversing with. Like a chameleon I take on the colours of the people around me. With the cultured I speak with elegance; with the chavs with a coarse bluntness; I curb the expression of my beliefsContinue reading “Truth Compassionate”
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Katherine Wansink Writes 