Category: Julia Roncesvalles


I dreamt of you last night. We were lying by a river (have we ever done such a thing in all our lives?) in the shade of a weeping willow. Your head was in my lap, and you wore a white dress that spread out across the grass like a bride’s train. The warmth was […]

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People write about magic a lot; but they don’t write about how it feels. I guess that’s because they think it’s too hard. How do you describe colour to a person who’s always been blind? How do you describe the sensation of a muscle moving in your arm to a person who doesn’t have limbs? […]

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