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Spring 2011

If for days on end…

February. All night a storm raged like World War Three. Thunder and lightning rent the heavens. Wind shook the foundations and rain flooded the chutes. At first light, tankers, trawlers and freighters were still bouncing on harbour waters. Then, slowly, it subsided, shadows of cloud drifting over sea and earth. The clearance after a storm […]

Red

Then, there was the next time, the last time, the one time when things became grand enough to unfurl all sense of belonging, a hearty red ribbon, carried behind, blowing in deep ripples, red, yes red, always red. What was red? She never knew, and never wanted to know about red—the red of roses or […]