A Metre and a Half of Ground
That stake has been in the same spot for years, and now there is a metre and a half of ground left in front of it. After that the air, and after that the river. Limbani goes down that path every night with his basket and walks past it without stopping. Anyone who points it out to him gets the same answer every time: that he will move it. None of this shows in the print. What you get is a broad, heavy head, small eyes with pink lids and a purple hat with a brim already fraying.







