The Guest in the Mind
The rain in London doesn't fall, it hangs. It suspends itself in the air like a question that nobody wants to answer, and if you stand outside long enough without an umbrella, it decides the answer for you and you are wet and uncomfortable and slightly angry at a sky that has done nothing personally but is still the obvious target. Dr. Sarah Mitchell stood at her window in Bloomsbury and...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 4 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen