Brandy Francis
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1 Jose and I were sitting in a park in Madrid early one morning last winter. It was a very cold day, and I covered myself up to my eyes under my overcoat, with only one hand stretched out to throw crumbs to the sparrows. Jose wore an old anorac and was reading a book on sailing. "Sanmao, what's your big plan for next year?" 'he asked me.
By Brandy Francis11 months ago in Futurism