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Bare bottoms in the graveyard.
Refulgent sunshine skimmed over the graveyard behind the Church this morning. It threw long shadows on the grass that was crisp and white with...
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Today a toad
This afternoon I came across a wlatsome looking toad sat on a half-submerged stone, its eyes bulging and throat throbbing as the mephitic vapours...
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Melancholic pigeons from Berlin.
Chords are played on a piano in Berlin. They are played with a slow, melancholic touch, late on a cold night. The apartment is quiet and the sounds...
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Paul
Picture him as you will, but when I first met him Paul was maybe twenty three years old, certainly no more. He was wearing a long, black, travel-...
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The moon shines down.
In Paris the moon sends soft, cold rays of crystal light to shine through an open, uncurtained, attic window and fall silently on the heated, naked...
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