Sitting on the balcony waiting for a storm to cross the harbour. The cloud is deep azure, the wind has cooled. We try to pretend we aren't scared. But we want this rain so badly.
We will sit all night, watching.
Monthlyitis
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Morry Schwartz's ongoing fanzine for those sophisticamated US
publications, the *New Yorker* and the *Atlantic*, arrives in our postbox
again. Its name,...
8 hours ago

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