The final day of photography101… ‘Triumph’. Word. “She stood up, and picked up the nearest cylinder and held it between her hands. It hypnotised her just as it did many years ago, the clear glass filled with spiralling tendrils of time, almost whispering from within.” Time.
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There is something about calling yourself a writer… The first time the description ever passed my lips it sounded like a fanciful pipe dream, especially when my scribbled words had yet to sit somewhere that could validate my claiming of such a job title. But through my letterbox today appeared a sublime magazine that I […]
