She looked at him and directed a finger towards the sign. Turning away, he crouched into the aisle to better focus, the phone on one ear, an open hand smothering the other. Despite this, it was clear from the straining hesitancy of his voice that the connection was weak. ‘One fifteen.’ … ‘N-no, that’s alright,Continue reading “Glaciers”
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