Silent Josefa

1 I was just a kid from Saragossa, in Aragon. Christian Spain at its most honest and authentic. Bad soil, tough meat, sour wine, sparse firewood and an unquestioning hatred…

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The Readings at Blighted Corners

I The Cottage on Arnold Street We learn too late that everything is written on the land, and in houses, too. Under their sharp roofs, they are like elders with…

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