Doorways. Windows. Fences. Verges.
Issue #50
Winter 1989
Tall in the doorway stands the gentle visitor. I catch my breath. (She's quite deaf, not interested in details of my décor. Her few words amaze me. Her visits are irregular, brief. When our eyes meet how I am drawn...
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