The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets – streets of death – death in streets and their houses; yet people still able to sleep and still sleeping.

The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets – streets of death – death in streets and their houses; yet people still able to sleep and still sleeping.

– Radclyffe Hall –

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