a day later they’re still there! the tracks that show how and when we jumped off a wooden bridge-into-a-dry riverbed yours so confident mine a mess of feet and fingers…
Read MoreI realise about halfway into my morning walk that I am muttering “Fuck off, fuck off!” as I stomp along. It’s the flies. I wouldn’t mind if they landed on…
Read Morei got jogged at dawn by a dog called Rooster pep in his step despite an achy hip as he tired on the wild shortcut he showed me last time…
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