All posts by Lizzie Boyle

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Outside

Funny the things ya hear on the outside. Funny the things ya miss. Back then, inside, when I was 437262, guest of the good state of California, there wasn’t a day went by when I didn’t talk to someone. Or have someone talk to me,

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Shadow

I last saw my shadow on the river bank. A tall, dark, big-hipped facsimile. We watched the water, looking for ducks or the silver glint of fish. Our feet hid in the mud among the reeds. It was cold. On the way home, I did

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Remote

Dorothy watches television now. It’s pretty much all she does. She’s not one for sitting in the lounge with the others. We’ve tried to get her involved with the bingo or crafts, but you could tell all she wanted was to be back in her

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Yu Lin Gun, Fisherman

Six feet of grey sand kept the village from the sea. Each day, Yu Lin Gun would drag his wooden boat across the sand, push it out into the lapping tide and hop in, steadying himself through his hips, pulling his nets around him. For