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The summer when I was six

The rainbow is grey and at its end the Rheola in the shape of a brick. Rain presses the windows to squeeze out pints of golden bubble filled with the summer when I was six. I stayed with my grandmother … Continue reading

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He’s Leaving Us

17:31 office burst. Suits and skirts through leaves and litter. Into the Vaults – beer pulled from pumps, fast as steam engines. A pint of Old Tom settles into my glass. Ale swallowed to wash down administrator’s pill. Handshakes flirt … Continue reading

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