May It Not Be Us | Miracle Ididi | Fiction
i) Sunday is the sort of day that persuades you the world will continue. I know this from my lungs that sip larger air. The morning looks like washed white clothes on clean white ropes, and everything goes the same. My husband, Ogie, feels like petals, like woolly pillows and smooth honey, as we […]
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i) Sunday is the sort of day that persuades you the world will continue. I know this from my lungs that sip larger air. The morning looks like washed white clothes on clean white ropes, and everything goes the same. My husband, Ogie, feels like petals, like woolly pillows and smooth honey, as we […]
