Sofa So Long — unextraordinarybint

A seagull pecked at the open stitch on my arm. The remnants of a meal left by Izzy’s new baby. The bird gobbled down the last piece of the frayed fabric and flew into the horizon. The dump was busy. The large machines working to break down the rubbish. They worked methodically. The skips came […]

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