Millie’s stare was the biggest thing in the hut. It dimmed for a moment as we stood in its way–but in us it had no interest. The moment we moved from its path it tightened again–this tense, living stare glowing in the sunken eyes of a…

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The sound of waves came in at the open door; the smell of the sea and of the sun-warmed earth came in too. It was expected that very soon death would enter. A row of women sat outside the hut–they were waiting to mourn and howl…

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I was sketching in a remote Indian village when I first saw her. The village was one of those that the Indians use only for a few months in each year; the rest of the time it stands empty and desolate. I went there in one of its…

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