DON’T START ME TALKING by PAUL KELLY. Story by David Wilson
…K grabs the axe and she laughs as she splits wood and she laughs as she makes a fire and her blue eyes sparkle with it all and she stands with hands on hips to admire the flames. I’m alongside her with a heartbeat to power a small village.
“Sit down, why don’t you? How about some Paul Kelly?”
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