A cold, blustery wind had sprung up from the south. The surf roared beneath our house, perched high up on the clifftops. Each time a wave crashed onto the rock platform below, our house would reverberate, the…
Hey champ,This letter comes with the following content warning:I wrote this delusional conglomerate of words as a sleep deprived Mum, the night of Hakavai’s first birthday. And yes, it’s written from the perspective of my…
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