Category Archives: Our Girl on the Outside


By: Lydia Crow   A silence in the corridors, A silence in the halls. Then: whispering masses out of sight, Out beyond the walls. A low thrum of humming Echoes from the lawn, Ever getting louder: The battleline is drawn. The … Continue reading

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