Maria McMillan

The forgotten mountain

Remember when everything didn’t remind you of everything else. The island just an island the faces of the people on the train belonging entirely to themselves, and when you danced your body was not occupied by every friend you ever …

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The Dream of Endless Delays

We’re all queasy and wretched longing for snow. The youngest stomps around the house. ‘You’re so mean’, she says, ‘I want to go to Iceland, now’, and snuggles into us and kicks until we yell and she weeps. ‘It’s not …

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