“You must be the light. There is no other way. One more time.” Continue reading “Rite of passage”
“Madam, I’ve removed all the marks on the photograph.”
Beaming, he smiled up at me, in all his 20-something eagerness, conscious of having done the best possible thing for a client.
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Into these hollows
of grainy sand
Into the powdery texture
that covers everything
Into the crashing waves
that send shivers up my spine
as they inch closer to my feet
The days are short.