Lucy Schofield

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Creative Writing: January

In winter we sit side by side at 4am, waiting for the sunrise; we will be here for hours watching the window, counting stars which could be suns and planes which could be stars which watch us back, and then finally she stretches and rises, painting our silent morning yellow until we cringe against the…

Creative Writing, Featured Posts, OldVenue

Creative Writing: January

In winter we sit side by side at 4am, waiting for the sunrise; we will be here for hours watching the window, counting stars which could be suns and planes which could be stars which watch us back, and then finally she stretches and rises, painting our silent morning yellow until we cringe against the…