Cirrus@Austlit

'Rain fell on my spirit and buried it somewhere in the dirt. It's eight days post-referendum. This morning, my mother and grandmother want to walk. This is my mother's doing, I know it. Since 'the night', my mother, being the healer that she is, has been busying herself bringing everyone together. My nana, well, I haven't seen much of her lately. Thinking about it now… haven't left this house since…'  (Introduction)