the hour spent in this shop (there is a picture of the silent shop assistant there) was not the highlight of the week. Honestly!
More to follow but having wasted the best part of the last two hours reading text reports on Celtic I had better go and do the ironing/ do the garden/ dust the house/ clean the car/ cook dinner/ collapse in a heap.
Poetry
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Tuol Sleng
Your screams are in the walls
Lightly, I run my fingers upon them
And feel the texture of your fear
The sharpness of your pain
- keening.
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