My mind went on composing its account at night,
I could hear it tracing glyphs on the hard substance
abundant in these waters
just off the aft deck to the tune of a gang of mosquitoes.
I could hear i…
My mind went on composing its account at night,
I could hear it tracing glyphs on the hard substance
abundant in these waters
just off the aft deck to the tune of a gang of mosquitoes.
I could hear i…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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