Catriona Innes

Because the idea was that there would be things in here that would also be uplifting and be helpful, and some of them I feel there's just- Just a note at the end.

There's Bar Italia by Catriona Innes, which I love, and at the end she's saying, "It turns out actually I was the prize." And it just sort of flips in that last line, and this, you know, that glimmer is coming back, the twinkle.

Yeah.

I wonder, um, if now might be the time to, to hear one of the poems from I Miss You.