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In those days, I lived In a Huguenot village, All street and no hiding plces, In a house that froze at night When all the stoves ran dry. Mornings were… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In those days, I lived In a Huguenot village, All street and no hiding plces, In a house that froze at night When all the stoves ran dry. Mornings were… Continue Reading
The rain woke me at 2am. It sounded like the gutters of all the houses in the street were overflowing. The noise was overwhelming, and the sound of the water… Continue Reading