Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
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Talk 25 – Cynic
Serial Fiction Look who is here, the local gypsy thug. We have gone global now. Thanks to your brother. How is he by the way. He is dying. Why are you not there. His...
