1. Mirka

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    The gulls cawed, the summer sea stank in the wind and the sun was blazing down, white light and hot flame on the paved path that meandered down like a river betwixt colourful buildings. She swaggered on, chin up, sporting the general air of someone who had never belonged anywhere as much as...
  2. Mirka

    Mirka

    from fiddler in a musicians' troupe to an odd-jobber with fortunes to reconfigure
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