Author: Claire
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Missing the sky
The warrior’s now a worker and his war is underground With cordite in the darkness he milks the bleeding veins of gold When the smoking rock-face murmurs, he always thinks of you African sky blue Johnny Clegg and Savuka, African Sky Blue Daegu is a city of sky-scrapers. Sometimes when I’m moving around in buses…
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Shopping and rain
I went shopping the other day. So far in Korea, I haven’t really ventured further than my corner store, a little superette-type place down the road and the bakeries (there are three different Paris Baguette stores within easy walking distance of my flat, one on the way from the bus stop home). On Wednesday, I…
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Saturday, a university and the subway
Just over a week in a new place and the sheen of newness is starting to fade. On the bus-trip home today I found my mind wandering to what I’d have for supper, instead of staring with the usual rapt attention at the passing scenery. Although this may have had something to do with the…