savour by Alice Vincent

savour by Alice Vincent

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Alice Vincent
Sep 14, 2020
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It takes a couple of days to miss the dawn. The first morning I find it seeping out around the blind, a deep and searing orange. We sleep in the eaves, with our heads pointing north. At 6am, the ligh…

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