All the paths led to the same road.

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The glamorous, reckless and erratic hours in an estranged land met backstage, in front of a cracked mirror, under the glare of a spotlight, without makeup, with the loneliness of the nondescript, plain Jane, mid-afternoon, hanging the washed laundry of the husband and children absent in the quiet flat. Continue reading “The green blanket”