Name

 V

Ver

Vera

Verla

Verily

Valerie

Vickie?

V e r l i e  is my given name.

It has no ethnic origin.

It has no meaning.

It’s an invention.

A British stage name from the turn of the Century

is how it was explained to me.

(By my Professor of History)

My Mother named me after her best friend.

And that is how I came to be me.

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