“Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.” — Martin Page Copy Share Image
“Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of… — Martin Page Copy Share Image
“When we try to understand something, more often than not, we kill it, and now I can feel the dangers of this encroaching on… — Martin Page Copy Share Image
