You came to me in my dreams, the night before last. I forget what our tale was that night, but I certainly remember the tale we wove before… Before your sudden goodbye. My broken heart. And the dirt that thudded over you to seal you in forever.
So I jumped into my little red car and off I went. To save lives. I hoped. The call had come in early. Before the sun had lifted up its vest. Early. Before the rooster had sang the morning hymn. The road to that place was horrid. As usual. My little red car and I […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 