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|  YEAR OF THE GRASSHOPPER

 
  Nothing much has changed really: same skewered heart, the same shish kebab. Forty year old me, eight year old me. The year I learnt to ride a bike, and rode in hawk circles on the paths of the park. The pattern of shadow stuck to the wheels just as fa


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
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