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Notes From a Small Town
It’s a cold Tuesday evening. I’ve just finished work and I’m once again sat at this same old bus stop, idle…
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The Changing of the Seasons
It’s the end of summer. Out of nowhere, suddenly the air feels that little bit more brisk, and the breeze itself…
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An Evening in July
Crinkled sheets sit beneath our two bodies. Beside us, there is a soft crackle as some old record spins…
