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previously published in London Magazine,Feb/Mar 2001 and in collection "The Appropriate Country", Waterloo Press, 2001
Motel
The bathroom’s pure Hollywood: Faux -marble, strip-lighting – mirrors everywhere. The carpets smell of rain-washed dog; mauve polyester’s on the bed. What’s more, leaves of unknown trees are lapping outside my door.
Amanda Sewell
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