ColourlessRebecca Stonehill

  only that it’s becoming unmanageable; that much, only, do I know. And more than knowing –  I feel it, in the corals bleaching and leaching of colour, in the thud of trunks as they hit the floor of ancient forests, in the vapour trails that crisscross the skies like angry scars, in the face […]

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