my little corner of the world.

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the way we were.

by kimberley veart 

You can feel distance in the delays on a telephone call. In the resounding, echoing quiet. If you count the seconds you can count the miles. 

To fill the void, you talk and I talk. We are drowning each other out, words descending into white noise. 

We are forced to abandon this futile attempt at communication.

"Can you hear me?"

contemplative II

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prague.

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the pakistan desert, 1969

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slovos.

by charlotte guest

For all your horizontal Sundays, I recommend using babelfish¹ to translate sentences from English into Russian, and back to English again.

I was looking for sofa-thrills, kicks with my feet up, but instead of being dim for an afternoon I was accidentally bright. Yes, I think I've cracked the humour code behind Anchor Man.

contemplative.

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french chateau.

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