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Oct 2017
the wind here can come all the way from America
and 'stuff' discarded junk, washes up from all over the World.
a bit like us incomers, here on our small archipelago, full of wind from somewhere else and we bring our 'junk' pots and pans and all manner of stuff collected over the years with us.
there are other winds, the breath of warmongers, comes via the various channels of communication, but also the breath of peacemakers, but they hardly get a word in these days, more whispers, than winds.
Written by
nivek
200
     --- and phil roberts
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