Sunday, 27 Mar 2011 | Views [160] | Scholarship Entry
I jump when I hear them howl and my candles flicker, threatening to take away my only source of light. Without the moon the Amazon sky looms above the treetops like an oil spill floats on water: thick, dimensionless, a black so palpable I fear it will ... Read more >
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