An artist’s life – 3
Lifer Hunched over hard white bread and plastic soup bowl filled with gruel, he looked like a stork, a silly angel, all neck and bony shoulder-wings and awkward beak. His head lifted, then fell in a slow deliberate dance, three, four times, dough-skinned in a gray room sickened by yellow light. He kept his eyes […]
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