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Sand
When I close my eyes, I can conjure the feeling – a smooth gum, wrinkling up as grit scours it. It’s so clear I can almost convince myself it’s a real memory…

The Composer
She must have done this a thousand times, but she still worries that one day she’ll turn up and be unable to read what’s in front of her…

Suspirium Viridae
That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean…

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