Crows call to Roosters over the cracked earth of the fields between them .
Why I only write when I'm half mad with fear of betrayal is a mystery.
But here I am writing and dragging a burnt metal wheel hub out of a garden fireplace to make a sculpture.
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 12:23 AM UTC
Crows call to Roosters over the cracked earth of the fields between them .
Why I only write when I'm half mad with fear of betrayal is a mystery.
But here I am writing and dragging a burnt metal wheel hub out of a garden fireplace to make a sculpture.
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