Borders and Blood

The earth is ripe and black and spinning with white hot streetlight. Somewhere, in the slumbering gloom, an island burns bright at the edges. Like a frightened child surrounded by candles, this place never will never stop watching for The Others.

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24 year old with an awful lot to say about everything. Opinions entirely my own. Usually. madelaine@madelainehanson.co.uk

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