The 23rd country
Minus 15º at noon. Plumes of power station stacks on the horizon. Traffic ignores pedestrians in a desperate rush to somehow be somewhere not here. Such dry air. A stray dog licks a block...
Because it's just not that simple
Minus 15º at noon. Plumes of power station stacks on the horizon. Traffic ignores pedestrians in a desperate rush to somehow be somewhere not here. Such dry air. A stray dog licks a block...
Back in 2007, I invented the country game. I have recently been reminded of it by two things – an impending visit to a new country, and the two nice young Perth ladies on...
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