Skøg Urban Hub Elegy i.m. Ivan Blatný While outside spring is warming up the land, you’re sitting here with me in this café, a little chilly, as you’ve slept in clay so long, a little tremor in the hand, but otherwise you’re fine as you take in the place you left some eighty years ago. […]
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The West Stand
The Fitzsimonses’ house, about the size of an English manor, was on the middle stretch of Avoca Avenue …