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Camera Complaints

Camera Complaints We tried to place a border around our moments together, attempting to capture the solemn look that lit your bedroom eyes in a flash
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The Cartographer's Revenge

Cartographers are evil...

Worth Dying For

Finally he would learn the truth.
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The Witch Doctor Consults his Divorce Lawyer

The Witch Doctor Consults his Divorce Lawyer Who can say which comes first – the cane toads with their bassoons or the rainstorm? The red-faced

London Eye Pod

if you like it say so
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The Actual Queen

You imagine an alternative life for her where she is a waitress in a checker-board pie shop, jellied eels piled up like alien spines.
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Flint

The conversation we had about patterns in leaves, in cabbages, Romanesque, the golden ratio between our finger joints

Everyone's got a spotlight

The penny-drop choreography of a drunk at a hubcap, his self-image in the slanted chrome.
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On grinding at sixteen

Pippa and me, her three years younger and still more accustomed to vodka, wandering a field full of tents, glow sticks and bands you'd sort-of heard of and didn't feel like sweating for.

Life At Holy Cross

Its easy to take for granted things in life like growing up in a community where everything revolved around the church . Lets not forget those times .

How to Plant a Church

Abandon / renounce all other pursuits, interests, expensive holidays. Being His Church must be everything. You do not live in the world and go to church, you live in church and go to the world.

Sheets

Such easy days, and the time drips by, like rain off a leaf. We stand and laugh, sit and smile, lie and kiss. I feel the warm easy pressure of your skin on my fingertips.

Catch a Rising Star

"It's Luis, Jaime..." the old man stammered.

A very British tragedy (edit)

I watch her face with the sound turned down. The breeze lifts the yellow ribbon in her hair, it flutters playfully in the seaside town where nothing bad ever happens.

kaafi kuch rehanda hai...

likhda ta aithe har koi ae, par likhne nu haale saari kaayenaat rehndi ae..... sikhda vi aithe har koi ae, par sikhne nu haale har baat rehandi ae.... vikhda ta aithe har koi ae,
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Idylls

Here and there...

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Fifteen

Three Mile Drove Chapter Fifteen

And they look broken hearted

And they look broken hearted You take your hand, square as a slice and place mine in it. Someone says ‘that’s filling for you,’ and I think of eating in the street,

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