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Thursday, 7 April 2011

Salad Days.


































"I would comb the dry hair of mangos."
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"We used to shit in the garden so the neighbours would think we had pets."
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"I'd find broken dolls in the bomb shelters our family homes surrounded."
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"In the summer we would make meat masks."

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