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Sudan doesn’t know how precious he is, his eye a sad black dot in his wrinkled face his head a marvellous thing, a majestic rectangle of str...
Sudan doesn’t know how precious he is, his eye a sad black dot in his wrinkled face his head a marvellous thing, a majestic rectangle of str...
Do you have a Nectar card? System can be frustrating to some shoppers. Are you using your own bags? Growth is projected to steadily rise. Ke...
My body is falling apart, he said He shaved meticulously He forgot about his eyes and ears He smelled good Bloody certificates another barri...
My mum doesn’t know who I am. Sometimes I’m her sister. Sometimes I’m her dead mother. Once I was Shirley Bassey, which made for an interest...
A bead of sweat rolls down my face; I am struck by the silence. The air is hushed and filled with concentration. On the banks of the Lakshya...
Just when we thought some of the old annoyances of the 20th century had died out, they come roaring back new, improved, upgraded, and intens...
I find myself here with a baby with delicate bones, fine features and blue eyes, who – especially asleep, when she's at her most beautif...
I had had a very minor stroke and the first drawing afterwards took me two days to do (the days are a lot shorter in November). The stroke ...
As the car in front of us stopped, the lanky German driving our car indicated that he was going to look away from the road and slam on the a...
St. John's is gnawing on my bones. You can't take it in with tiny sips; you have to choke it back, you have to swig it down. You hav...