Small Stones from Helen
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Wednesday 9th January 2013
I dial a number, and many dark miles away an old man answers.
His small voice, lively, crackles through the wires and up the windy valleys. He was not who I was expecting, but he seemed glad to speak to me, and I to him.
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