24/8/06
It begins with harmonious laughter and a need to belong somewhere, perhaps not geographically but socially. The recent months of relative solitude are peeling back to reveal someone far more raw and undermined than I had thought existed. Someone prepared to act.
St Bartholomew’s Day is alive with wide open skies and fortune. Auspices of the wild.
It begins with harmonious laughter and a need to belong somewhere, perhaps not geographically but socially. The recent months of relative solitude are peeling back to reveal someone far more raw and undermined than I had thought existed. Someone prepared to act.
St Bartholomew’s Day is alive with wide open skies and fortune. Auspices of the wild.
Mind you, they flayed him alive.
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