Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Saturday, 17 November 2012
One World, Different Realities
Her liver-spotted hands clinched the burgundy passport as
she walked down the aisle, looking for her seat. Her attachment to the booklet
issued by her ‘Britannic Majesty’ said a lot about her identity.
She had flamed-coloured hair and an oblong face, and wore a
jet-black coat that nearly swept the floor.
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