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Another Woolf Gone

Jane, 48, university lecturer.Shop worker told store is closing. “When are you going to get your clothes off?” she said. The grey rain dampened the stone around the Pantheon. The bars were quieter than usual. A lecturer at the university is to meet her husband within wooden panels. She asks softly her husband to kiss her navel … Continue reading Another Woolf Gone →

Ed Bell Poems Leave a comment 3 Apr 20203 Apr 2020 2 Minutes

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