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The empty path leads on a cold walkthrough the still green winter grassto a solitary seated soul alonethe sole incumbent of the […]
Built by a forefather, the stone gable unmoved iron eaten by salt, torn by wind.Below, he rounded stones defend the sand fromthieving waves […]
Amber jewels trapped on the windowblack broken by a street lightI destroy the vulnerable beautydrawing my finger across the glass.Slowly the tip […]
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Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
