ARTS AND CULTURE
- Grant Fraser
- 15 January 2018
7 Comments
On days like this, with blisters of tar already softening on the road, the nuns would curdle in the heat, shifting their stays by habit; sometimes, a bead of sweat would tempt their brows. Cooped in our desks, we steered our wilful pens over acreages of white pages.
READ MORE