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Abandoned and unloved in an office front yard. A pastoral scene, shepherd and shepherdess stand together. She has only a gaping hole where her head should be, he looks down towards a fading sheep at his feet. A forlorn little … Continue reading
A round wooden table holds a Christmas magazine from two years ago. Names are called by smiling nurses, anxious to put you at your ease. A tang of nervous energy, feet shuffling, plastic-padded chairs creaking.
Sunlight falls on the orange-red surface, picking out each tiny brick. As feet and bells begin to arrive, the surface shimmers, waiting for the dance.
Thirty-six of them move in unison. Stomping on the hard floor with deafening precision. An army on the march.