April 2010
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Nights shrink as fears grow larger, increasing in shape, size and numbers. I wait for morning but don’t want to wake up to the light, dappled, filtered through the dusty plastic blinds. There’s still too much left undone, left unsaid in places where we lose our nerve together with our train of thought. Your hair hasn’t changed, but mine has grown longer from determined neglect....
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