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We pillow fight the mattress duvet wrestle ourselves into position then pebble-skim sleep. In the distance the seashell rush of the moto..

Under a miners lamp moon we work the seam, me, and the forced insomniacs who pay homage ..

I heard the geese leave, laughing between themselves at our expense, felt the palms of the wind callus as they chafed upon yard brush trees, ..

The picture is of my dad and my late mother, 19th July 1969.

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Neck-deep in coated shoulders, hairlines and uneasy breath, a well-to-do bag-lady has a Gucci carrier as a bag for hands not shopping. Wh..

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