Muldoon by Martin Shaw
Golden oldy. Oil. I remember the freckles being pretty hard. Nearly screwed up and binned altogether, warts n’ all.
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Martin Shaw
The Perennial Alien…… Time has been a cruel curator, leaving me so translucent that a summer sneeze among the Michaelmas daisies might scatter my remains to the wind. I am a creature of seasons, though they do not favor me. In the depths of winter, I submerge myself in the grit and…
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