21 October 2013
They danced like sow thistles to rhythms of
time and wind,
16 November 2013
The girl has been under the bed for three hours, but she doesn’t mind. She has to be sure everyone has gone, and besides, she’s spent a lot of time under beds. She’s learnt not to sneeze in the dust that gathers there; learnt to be still; learnt to be invisible.Continue reading...
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