Time and Violence The evening was the same as any other. I came out and stood on the step. The suburb was closed in the weather of an early spring and the shallow tips and washed out yellows of narcissi resisted dusk. And crocuses and snowdrops. I stood there and felt the melancholy of growing […]
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