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A pale moon, the colour of muslin, lit the town with the soft touch of a cat’s fur. It remained un-wavered by thin grey wisps of cloud that passed in front. The streets were dark with shadows that bulged and re-formed as the figures moved through them, slow stately shapes gliding like statues on air. Women treaded with the soft pat of thongs and girls kicked puffs of dirt around them, flitted this way and that behind the serene mothers.
April 1988