Friday 26 April 2019
Purloin: a memory-conjuring word.
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Long way into town.
The guest house was cool and quiet. From under its thatched roof and high ceilings I stepped into the already stale morning. It was like w...
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The guest house was cool and quiet. From under its thatched roof and high ceilings I stepped into the already stale morning. It was like w...
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Dead flowers and constipation were all the rage in Rangoon when Oswald was stationed there. He didn't much care for the Generals and Co...
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I took the number 46 bus from Gare du Nord and got off at Porte Dor é e. It looked the same, smelled the same as it did when I used to l...
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