Monthly Archives: September 2011

The Day the Dancing Stopped

Another of my poor attempts at short story writing: I’ve come to The Gap at Watsons Bay to feel your presence. As the fierce waves beat on the rocky cliff, I sense your spirit, as the breeze caresses my face; … Continue reading

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No Need for Kid Gloves

Some retard wrote to the press not long ago. He said when he asked for hot water for his baby when he was at Ya Kun, he was charged for the hot water. At another Ya Kun when he asked … Continue reading

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