Sinful Sunday: Corner…

‘There is a moon, that rests in the quiet corners of a lover’s lips.’ – Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos Our spare bed is squeezed onto a mezzanine level, high up against the ceiling. This little space is oddly comfortable; cosy but not constricted, small but not squashed. I quite like it up there. And […]

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