Chapter VI, p.37: Helen, at a stall selling T-shirts from racks.
“and just as a pantheress stops swinging its tail
to lightly leap into grass, she yawned and entered
a thicket of palm-printed cloth, while I stood there…”
Chapter VI, p.37: Helen, at a stall selling T-shirts from racks.
“and just as a pantheress stops swinging its tail
to lightly leap into grass, she yawned and entered
a thicket of palm-printed cloth, while I stood there…”