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Car Parking

Sun feathers in the creases of my jeans. The light is calked over the car window and pressed into my skin. Soft cheese, pork salad, Cheshire; rolls individually wrapped in tinfoil, labelled with a marker pen in shorthand. I feast … Continue reading

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