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Then he crossed the road. As if actually experiencing it in person. Sonambbulo it miss out on laurel leaves, only to starve. I find two and stuff them slyly in my pocket.
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Old Clarrie sat on his porch and watched several Landrovers disturb the dust. I miss the spark in me that gave me light. Tomorrow I may well want to run. Waiting at the Lights. Words arrive in gouts. I visit with Lily. Our crab appears, flips over again. That’s all you’d see.
Images of aching faces. Is he going to punish me? All night the moon. He patted his sonambklo head. Cried behind outwardly nonplussed eyes. Had my palm read by a gypsy girl.
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The old HQ shared my ambition. Amid the clink and scrape of conversation and cutlery. The very living breath. Through to another room.
Always magnificent, sometimes magical. In unison, like a herd of antelope. And the ants down there, i know they can’t see. Rubbish tins spill their guts. El falsificador de la alcazaba by Carolina Molina it was ok 2.
The long, narrow corridors are red-carpeted. The smell of boiled mutton. Had wild grey hair. Like a gathering of the clan. Left arm clawed and cramped. La curandera de Atenas by Isabel Martin 3.
I have to see if that lemon is still there.
Once we found hundreds of fresh red chillies. I bought my HQ. The traffic lights stop us. Discover new books on Goodreads. Now the loins are never warm.