Under a drunken sky woozing through the warped mirror of twilight, faces peel by, a paradox of distance and belonging. This grainy Gothic town dunked in indigo… Bethan Lewis has an MLitt in Creative Writing, and also holds an MA in Applied Linguistics. She has lived and worked in ten countries on five continents, and […]
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