Growing up I couldn’t wait to be of an age when I would be all ‘grown-up’ and sorted. The age when my clothes were perfectly co-ordinated (think silk blouses and white pants), my hands elegant with a perfect watch & jewellery combination and just like in… 935 more words
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Forty-two Miles to Nowhere.
I watch him walking west all day with more baggage than anyone who is used to walking ever carries.
East. West. East. 712 more words