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I continued walking until I came to the next building.
It was made of wooden slats, and from the doors I could tell it was a saloon of some sort. Through the gap in the doors, I could see ligh…

I want to build a paper boat
to float away on the gushing waters
of the city streets and urban lanes

Setting sail against splashing wheels
I’ll deftly skip over debris rapids
Navigating …

No, there is no extract for you.
This is a long tale by RB standards. Only read it if you really want to.

However – it contains ballerinas and stuff.

I remember my grandmother’s old house. Long, narrow, dark – but warm and loving.

I used to stay there often, in the school holidays. Out the back and through the sewing room with the crazed …

The Music of The Spheres