backbone 

he’d lose two teeth a day in this climate, without fibreno backbone

stifled by the fog that once drifted over industrial towns, northern England

a fear of exposure, 

a creeping inertia

the fear of having to repeat it all over again 

the fear of having to repeat it all over again 

this season will pass

Mary and Jesus using pages of Gideon to roll party cigarettes 

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