My breath’s the wind’s breathless down-stroke hasty claw like the gnarred finger of juniper just now clambering for a...
Horses and geese in a sodden field. Solitaries with luggage on a wet platform. Postage-stamp house on a bit...
The day’s third hotel suite faced westwards across the harbour, its picture window looking down over the boats and...
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