A brief re-telling of the Annunciation A raw March wind blows in from the sea, combing the grasses on the dunes, tumbling over the warmth still left in the sand from a sun now long set, dispersing its stony, desert smell. Along with the smell of the sand and sea goes the scent of sand […]
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