Wide awake. Taking over dawning, kicking around down in the sand ― sighting a grey-barn stand among summers ruins Stepping up to the ledge of a still asleep stone bridge when a grey wagtail flee away with a quenched cry almost unheard in our consent of silent wind-throws (It hurts to be … Continue reading IN A TIMELESS
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