The Dissonance Between Us
The Dissonance Between UsI.The church smelled of beeswax and sweat and the particular electricity that fifty strangers generate when they realise, halfway through a reading, that they are no longer strangers.Evelyn stood at the pulpit and read the way she breathed—uneven, sometimes catching on words that caught on something deeper than language. The poem was new. She had written it in the...
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