Homily

Snippet of conversation from the roof of Africa House, while drinking cocktails and watching the sun set between Stonetown and the mainland.

— Do you think the sea looks more like oil or petrol?

— I think it looks wine-dark.

— I always liked rosy-fingered dawn.

— You would, you’re a dirty lesbian.

— What are you talking about? It’s a beautiful image – the maiden Dawn cautiously creeps up on Night and tentatively pulls back the shades

pause

oh, it’s two girls names

pause

great, now you’ve ruined that for me forever.

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