Sunday, 13 January 2008
Summer's End Part 1
Thrum
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Thrum
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Two boys beat the underside of an upturned kayak at dusk on the
outskirts of a forest. Their clothes are ragged and one of them has
the snotty nose and grubby tracklines of long-dried tears on his
cheeks. They are brothers.
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