By Raisa Wickramatunge | Sunday Observer

By Raisa Wickramatunge

Every day, on my way to work, I would pause the music I was listening to while we drove past one particular wall. I knew it well –white, with the outlines of skipping schoolchildren painted on. Even though the paint cracked and grew dull over the years, my eyes would instantly find it no matter how fast we drove past. It was only when we turned the corner on to...
6 January, 2019
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