Walking forever through mud
Samson
Up early but never early enough
Moses
I think where we live is getting smaller
Ruth
How the sky comes ever closer
Judas
A few smooth white stones
Nail
I need to go home now
Crisp
All the stolen children
Pinocchio, rotting
Could you repeat that?
Wagon
The sweet promise of a new book
Tank
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
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