...before that troubled imprint, a land apart, and isles of parts, of shagged bark and burred wind...
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Will was too busy after all to attend me in Newcastle. I museum-delved without him to see a marble statue visible though the window. Lovers entwined, ecstatic kiss. Every angle a blissful depiction. Feeling worse, I exit to the sloping street. Wander, wander, wander. Then a barrel-shaped wagon on a pedestrian triangle. Bright colors, purple red,… Continue reading Gypsy Wagon
Yet I still felt small and contracted the further east we got. Maybe the hills were closer together. Maybe I was nervous