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May 2015
got
snowed on whilst walking. as if
everything froze, i, too, turned
to ice, within a moment. and
then fracturing, split and
scattered; forgetting the world,
lost in existence. a foot hit the
pavement once more, and trees
and streets revealed
themselves. and again, life was
static and stone.
permanent question
Tom McCone
Written by
Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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     Rory Herd, mike dm and Tom McCone
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