Jane Willow

In the very middle of the road one can see...only sand. A bizarre incongruity, a long pathway about a shovel width sand filled all over the street with offshoots into open doorways of some of the shops, windows and motor-cars on either side covered in dust, the place seemed frozen but in sand. There was no movement. Devon stopped his stroll just before the entrance of this sand filled street, his Read more of this blog post »