"stockpile"
shadowy wings shearing
the day's shrill pavilion
grub carbaminimous
or grue shotglass plot point
full of refined soundings
fused with howling news dunks
"As the story moves to Tangier, Dutch lute player Jozef Van Wissem plays baroque melodies in non-Western scales, a suggestion of the sheer amount of years lived and continents traversed by our ancient protagonists." —Claire Biddles via via Feuilleton


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