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July 2015, vol 11 no 2

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Vessislava Savova


You go out at 5 am in winter. Not because you have a dog. Not because you have some job to do. Not because you cannot wait for two hours more to light a cigarette (you again forgot to buy some).

You go out for the first sip of air. The deceptive aroma of spring makes you smile – at the homeless dog, at the tramp that comes out of the waste bin, at the sleepy shop assistant in the 24/7 shop.

a lone runner
sparrows rise
from the pavement