In  the Castle of My Skin

In the Castle of My Skin

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Rain, rain, rain . . . my mother put her head through the window to let the neighbour know that I was nine, and they flattered me with the consolation that my birthday had brought showers of blessing. More info →
Natives of My Person

Natives of My Person

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The wind was rising again. More info →
Of Age and Innocence

Of Age and Innocence

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Suddenly the land was no longer there, and the airliner had lifted itself like a cripple grown used to his crutches. More info →
Water with Berries

Water with Berries

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The fog was breaking up. More info →