My Fair Lady

By annh

Frayed Around The Edges

This is my first blip since the quake last Saturday morning. My camellias have flowered seemingly overnight. I have been aware of them but then again I haven't - viewing the world through a veil of suppressed internal commotion and distracted thinking. My senses are attuned to movement, rumblings, and unfriendly odours. Not helped by the fact I live about 30 metres from the railway line!

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