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192. Squiggles.

I’m staring out of the window, looking at the trees. Whoever designed the factory all those years ago decided that trees would soften the impact of this great, rumbling, shuddering blot on the landscape, so we have trees. I’ll admit … Continue reading

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143. Cavatina

“You’ve got rats in your garden.” I believe there is beauty in everyone, but there are some exceptions. She stood in her Winter-withered garden looking over the fence, wrapped in a threadbare dressing gown, scowling. The Shrew. Her face looked … Continue reading

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