Water
on Postcards from the Edge of Bangladesh (Bangladesh), 29/Mar/2010 12:30, 34 days ago
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Water. From a tap. In my bathroom. At a speed more than a trickle. Because Memory got the plumber to clean my pipes. Isn’t she wonderful. For the last year I have lived with rusty and irony water in my bathroom (which I personally believe it the real reason behind my current dirty blond/mouse brown […]
