ULTERIOR MOTIVE WHAT GOES AROUND… “ Where’s sin? I want sin. Where’s sin?” Maree’s husband was at it again. Wandering around muttering these nonsensical words.
Was this the big story, the one that could propel me up the pecking order of The Post? Every journo needs the big one. Female
Another day is almost done. The angry sun sinks low, As weary men head for the huts Parading in a row. A shower, shave and
Breathing in. Breathing out. Just letting go. Kurt’s life was simple up here on the hill. He lived in a simple bivouac. A raised floor
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