"When people I vaguely recognise come up to me at readings and tell they knew me a long, long time ago (with a knowing smile), I do worry. Where? When?" - Bernardine Evaristo
    I knew you in a past life, maybe more. Kathmandu, Spring 1634. We swam the Yangtze, 903 BC (it wasn't really called that yet). We climbed a hill that's now Tibet. We terrorised the Adriatic sea as rival kinds of dinosaur.  I was rich and you were poor. Our clans competed in the mammoth trade. I sold the blankets that you made. Your mutant virus left me lame. We were singing when the Romans came. (I thought I'd heard your song before)

22 February 2010   09:55 hours
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