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Camino 9b – 28 September 2014

Triacastela to Sarria (continued) The rain hit us sideways from across the fields as we walked the last kilometre into Sarria. We tried to protect...

Camino 9a – 28 September 2014

Triacastela to Sarria We passed a fairly restful night in our opposite corners of the room at the O Peregrino. In the morning, from our window we...

The edge of something

Standing at the edge of something Now and long ago Shadows formed in distant mist Down among the trees Remembering the midweek bells Wondering Shapes...
Gold cherry

Valentine

Oh, beautiful Jack. Again, you astonish me. Somewhere in the wanderings and the lostness emerges a truth. It appears among people in the strangeness...
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Barking at dogs

I wake to the sound of people barking at dogs and I’m back My mind replaying meaningless scenes Dreams of reality Head spinning with things I need to...

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