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We chose this discrete island. Not cast away as rumoured. It was space to think things through that was needed. In time we found ourselves, found new skills and learnt to play with fire and with smoke. Those first signals, reciprocated from the far horizon did it. Like minds entwined above uncaring water. We wanted more. We wanted high towers so that we could see ourselves across the empty oceans, but towers fall and dust blows out the flame. Tony Noon
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
Dust Blows Out The Flame
We chose this discrete island. Not cast away as rumoured. It was space to think things through that was needed. In time we found ourselves, found new skills and learnt to play with fire and with smoke. Those first signals, reciprocated from the far horizon did it. Like minds entwined above uncaring water. We wanted more. We wanted high towers so that we could see ourselves across the empty oceans, but towers fall and dust blows out the flame. Tony Noon
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
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