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Honour I thought to boil it down, to lava it but there wasn’t enough silver sparkling on the medal to mould the impossibly brilliant plaque for my father’s unglamorous grave. * Before the acceptance, my father spoke in a dream, said say yes but don’t take it so serious. He laughed like a fire full of pips at the thought of his son’s royal remaking. * Dad, I still fret this thing and the scores of quotations as what empire is now after all it has burned.