author: Mark Austin

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Prodigal son's shoeless stroll

    • Mark Austin
    • 20 March 2012
    2 Comments

    A drink from the sole is more refreshing than any bottled river. I felt the cushion of grass. It did not exclude, but wrapped its spines around me, tickled my dying ankles to rattle, greasing the bearings of my toes.

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