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Wrapped futilely in the realm of beauty sleep – dawn rarely dawns on me. Long after the appointed hour, the room is thunder-black - draw back the curtains....
God spoke – I dare not listen. I could not face the stillness of simply being there. God spoke: there were no words – I simply saw the suffering of othe...
The telephonic shrill urgents me blearily into dawn. Discomfited I roll myself across a seeming endless counterpane, set foot on an insecure floor, retriev...
Loose pages from time collated and combined to form a seal. ‘Fidelity’ italicized, illumined on the manuscript – an idol or ideal once thought immutable...
Observing the precarious existence of household plants swiftly followed by the sideways glance at buttered scones – aroused by appetites of taste and touch ...