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the year the storm broke, breached
the shingle bank

decisions were made
i hear
to not repair
we look for sand.

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising
i like the greys and shadow.
i like when the cars go by,
the lights go across the walls

yes

‘ i do not think i will like very black’
stopped a while as the lightness started

round me they flew never touching
we laughed in delight
at this natural thing
write of parlay

we chatted over manners and harboured edges. these things … moved the line into a place of rural contemplation.
light the darker days
of gloom and melancholia
born from intrusions

and swede.

this is quality,
a fortunate piece.
in blue writing
as if
it is important
you see
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