Horse hooves trod lazily kicking up a thin translucent film that touches as the morning mist. Colm hums in the wagon and pulls out his ‘kerchief to blow ash-red snot, his soft melody rocks him down the road. A frayed blue hem in a still breeze, worn fan in hand, a mother shuffles down the…
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