Walking forever through mud
Up early but never early enough
I think where we live is getting smaller
How the sky comes ever closer
A few smooth white stones
I need to go home now
All the stolen children
Could you repeat that?
The sweet promise of a new book
I'd like to go down to the harbour and wait until it rains
The sound of night horses
He was probably an actor
So Mrs Jesus, right?
Dark chocolate with raspberry infusion