Isaiah 43:3

I stand by a grave. Arms akimbo. A one Nalunkuuma rests here. Scribbled on her stone is a verse from the Bible. Isaiah 43:3. Thou wast precious in my sight, […] More

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I hope; like nothing happened

I was young when I discovered nostalgia – maybe 5 or 6 or thereabouts. It is around then that the hymen to my eyes was shed; around then that I […] More

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