A flock of bells…
A flock of bells takes the air and you come to me, out of nowehere and I smile, knowing you’ll visit me always, that this is how it will be till the last thread of an island slips through a...
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That ‘bullet hole’ in your bush hat, there should have been two holes — for the truth to pass through. I think you believed your own lies, liked how they altered the light on the bullet, as it passed...
View ArticleA flock of bells…
A flock of bells takes the air and you come to me, out of nowehere and I smile, knowing you’ll visit me always, that this is how it will be till the last thread of an island slips through a...
View ArticleWar fiction
That ‘bullet hole’ in your bush hat, there should have been two holes — for the truth to pass through. I think you believed your own lies, liked how they altered the light on the bullet, as it passed...
View ArticleA flock of bells…
A flock of bells takes the air and you come to me, out of nowehere and I smile, knowing you’ll…
View ArticleWar fiction
That ‘bullet hole’ in your bush hat, there should have been two holes — for the truth to pass through.…
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