Shadows
In the dying evening, when the sun has passed on but its memory remains you stand beside the jousting grounds and listen for sounds of war among the gilded houses The river is out of sight, so too the city…
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In the dying evening, when the sun has passed on but its memory remains you stand beside the jousting grounds and listen for sounds of war among the gilded houses The river is out of sight, so too the city…
Read: Shadows
I have a special affinity for St Jude, the patron saint of lost causes. Over many years of writing for a newspaper, and later for this website, I seem to have homed in on issues that to me seem clear,…