They whisper like drizzles as they roam the streets with a lost graze as though something they had thrown up never returned to earth. They shiver like
They whisper like drizzles
as they roam the streets
with a lost graze as though
something they had thrown up
never returned to earth.
They shiver like December nights
in their dreamless sleep
on shop verandahs.
Why do the old women in this extract roam the streets?
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