my father was a fisherman, and you know what that means. no, i do not mean fish for a meal three times a day all week round, ... continue reading
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the fisherman’s daughter (ii)
if you asked me what i wanted for breakfast, i would say a rou an’ a cuppa tea, just like your father used to be (i have heard ... continue reading
the fisherman’s daughter
she appeared out of nowhere in front of my eyes. i watched in disbelief as she, wrapped in a bath towel, vigorously walked down the stone ramp to the beach. ... continue reading
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