i set my face to the hillside
the cool breeze brushes my uplifted face like a smooth silk scarf. the smell of morning wetness tickles my nose. wild flowers, dotting the grass like specks of watercolor from […]
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My “Foe”- a review of Foe, by J.M. Coetzee
“With a sigh, making barely a splash, I slipped overboard.” Henceforth I descended into the water which- unlike the Caribbean oceans- was dark and murky. There among the ruins of […]
