The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing.
A cloud passes.
Nothing again.
Light falls through the window,
falls onto me, into me.
Moments.
All gathering towards this one.
- Jenny Downham (Before I die)
A cloud passes.
Nothing again.
Light falls through the window,
falls onto me, into me.
Moments.
All gathering towards this one.
- Jenny Downham (Before I die)
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