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Remembering

Some have more to tell than others. Something romantic, and beautiful, more so in some, than others. Cutting the world in two. Always cleaving it into left and right, turn of the head. Call to break fast over the tannoy. … Continue reading

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Passing time

Waiting for her, he reads the menu again. His lullaby: the warm sea murmur of voices, cutlery, glasses – sympathetic noise. She stands in the doorway. Yellow light, electric, warm, of outside blizzards, false memory. He catches her hand as … Continue reading

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