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Thanks for the mention. Yes I remember it all. I remember watching the funeral and thinking how sad it was. She would turn up at places around London and once I saw her dressed in jeans looking like everyone else trying to blend in with a base ball cap on. She was sitting on the bus looking out of the window right at the back of the bus in the corner. I worked in central London in those days and tended to get on a bus to go to Oxford street during my lunch hour. I remember watching her wondering if it was really her and wondered where she was going. I never did see her get off the bus as I had to get off first.

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Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)
Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)

Written by Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)

Mastodon: @dlarkin121@me.dm An author/writer of fiction novels and poetry living in London writing about her experiences on Medium. dlarkin121@gmail.com

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