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This story is very personal to me, not because I ever knew Una Marson - she died in 1965 and our paths never crossed - but because I’ve been researching her for decades. I've taken dangerous taxi rides in Kingston, Jamaica; drunk straight rum for breakfast in London, and called everyone in the Washington, DC phone book with a particular last name - but you do that for old friends and Una's like an old friend to me. You'll soon see why.
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This story is very personal to me, not because I ever knew Una Marson - she died in 1965 and our paths never crossed - but because I’ve been researching her for decades. I've taken dangerous taxi rides in Kingston, Jamaica; drunk straight rum for breakfast in London, and called everyone in the Washington, DC phone book with a particular last name - but you do that for old friends and Una's like an old friend to me. You'll soon see why.