Basel's Thrall. The old man with the lightning eyes, the rolled trousers and the courdoroy jacket steps into an alley when no one is looking and opens up his skin. And a young girl steps out in cut offs and a t-shirt of dreams with a wicked expression and a messenger bag, into which she stuffs the rolled up old man like a change of clothes and slings over her back as she slips off prowling into the night. << old letters >> nosegay lapwing