D.A. Cairns
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by D.A. Cairns He stands stooped before the brick wall which stretches over two hundred metres either side of him, and stares at the graffiti. An exuberant splash of colour and meaningless symbols, it is messy and pointless, he thinks, like his life. Sniffing to prevent a flood of mucas from his nostril, he removes [...]
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