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Some tell me Blackpool's cool, so I sit in the cool, watching a darkening sky, wrapped against the onshore breeze, stifling a day's end sigh. Starlings do maths in the sky, imaginary numbers, imaginative paths, sweeping, forming swarming, hereditary helix, genetic genuflection.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Mending the Day
Some tell me Blackpool's cool, so I sit in the cool, watching a darkening sky, wrapped against the onshore breeze, stifling a day's end sigh. Starlings do maths in the sky, imaginary numbers, imaginative paths, sweeping, forming swarming, hereditary helix, genetic genuflection.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
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