ARTS AND CULTURE
- Gillian Bouras
- 14 April 2010
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When such melancholy descends the only thing to do is walk. I fetched up near a chapel on a hill, for the village is ringed by chapels, six of them, in a kind of
protective belt. Outside
I found a gum tree and a Judas tree standing side by
side: my life, or my
two lives in a neat symbol.
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