Thursday, 30 September 2010

The woman that ran to work to start off the day.

The bus was passing her now and there she was running in the same way as every this-time-of-day. What was it about her children that never let her leave five minutes beforehand? And it was of course a presumption that she even owned any, albeit one based on the weight her limbs carried behind her. A mother is forever walking towards a fan blowing back towards home.

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