The heavy tide inhales wind and gasps chilly salty spray, tangles tongues with rain, spattering the windscreen. Gulls mourn bitterly and in the safety of the car a voice on the radio speaks in tones hushed and slow about the death of a new-born. The car behind sounds its horn. Kim M. Russell, 12th April […]
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