It’s Good To Be Back…

Baba… I see your one deep pool-like eye, staring out at me from beneath the brushwood on your gnarled head, it is faster than a star in the cold Winter months, rushing towards warmer climes… Your face a blue-black, the lustre of coal; Your tufted tooth, like a rusted bone… Isn’t it time to take [...]

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