Krisis does not always come with a banga storm heralded by a clap of thunderor even a whimper, a cry for helpkrisis can come like a big catcreeping, camouflaged the colour ofgolden grass until so close to it’s preyescape is impossible Pity the partner who too, close by hasfailed to spot the marauder– to sound … Continue reading The Quietest Krisis