“You see, that money should be going to look after our pensioners” My eyes were drawn to the little fleck of foam gathering at the corner of his mouth, dappled white highlighted against the yellow of his teeth and the rosy red of his cheeks. I agreed. Then I thought of all the other placesContinue reading “The Diaspora”
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