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Motives, movements and melodrama in the life of a thirty something mum.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Vignette
Lady in black Beemer, swaddled in lush pashmina, steers up the hill in Bangsar.
She drives past
a man, thin and solitary, brown pants his only custody.
Eyes downcast, he disagrees
with himself,
has rain beating down his naked back.
Lady in black Beemer, swaddled in lush pashmina, steers up the hill in Bangsar.
She drives past
a man, thin and solitary, brown pants his only custody.
Eyes downcast, he disagrees
with himself,
has rain beating down his naked back.
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