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As noughts and crosses we circle the city at night, pausing cold

to stare at the sky, on a breath the darkness fills the place inside us

where nothing ever happens. We might hope it’s only angels looks back, but it must

be history, and we follow the irrevocable pattern, the always empty search

for Orion’s Belt.



About writehandedgirl

Sarah is a writer who is passionate about social justice, feminism, politics, and cats. She is a columnist and poet and currently lives in Nelson. You can follow Sarah on Twitter (@_writehanded_) or read more of her writing at


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