Afternoon Quietude
The wind sings like a rowdy drunk on this colourless day, as we cosy together from
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The wind sings like a rowdy drunk on this colourless day, as we cosy together from
Afternoon Quietude Read More »
Audrey’s windows were pitch black. The record had ended unnoticed and the needle was skipping quietly
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On an island in Maine, there sits a house. It’s an old house, one weathered by
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I’ve read Jimi Hendrix was great at playing Risk, the board game where you try to
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“Their brains are showing, Mommy!” declared the child of the crowned jellyfish, dozens of them, undulating
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