Nick Routledge@nick_routledge
@aliner Once, in the jungle, my mother fainted. We carried her to a bed, and she came to beneath a vast, cascading mosquito net—diaphanous as cloud. For a few dazed seconds she was certain she’d died and gone to heaven.
@aliner Once, in the jungle, my mother fainted. We carried her to a bed, and she came to beneath a vast, cascading mosquito net—diaphanous as cloud. For a few dazed seconds she was certain she’d died and gone to heaven.