Eye for misfortune
Oct 04, 2020
2 minutes
GREG DIXON
What strange and serendipitous ways the past makes itself known to the present. A forgotten photograph falls from a book; a dead friend’s initials are discovered carved on the door of a ramshackle hunter’s hut; a curio catches your eye in a shop window.
The last, on an easel at Masterton’s Hospice Shop, was an unusual, lavishly-illustrated, oak-framed certificate issued by a grandly-titled society, the
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