Tag Archives: Lesedi Vine

When You Go

When you go away from me with days between our last kiss and our next I sometimes go away too. I go to hazy imaginings of corners of green all our own and simple routines of sacred mundane. I go … Continue reading

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Man on Tracks

The train screeched to a sudden halt. The steady, rhythmic sounds of the carriage gave way abruptly to silence. The nun – whose name, it had been established – was not Maria, looked out the window, then to the face … Continue reading

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