Things fall apart,
words, promises, moments ..
the heavy scent of besotten love ..
like fragrant camphor sublimate,
a dream was it, was it not ?
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This article was pubished in Teacher Plus, and is available here http://www.teacherplus.org/2008/september-2008/where-the-child-is-the-reso...
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"Do you believe in ghosts ?" “ Do you believe in ghosts nanna?” asked my daughter “ Yes and No” I said, complicating the mat...
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glass, coloured bangles, a heap of jingles. all curves and bows, no jagged angles on sweltering afternoons, toying with smiley s and ha...
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