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There is a Jewish tradition that after visiting the grave of a loved one or respected member of the community, a stone is left there. Conversely I have taken to collecting one smallish stone for each walk I take during these times of isolation… Continue Reading “Isolation #16”
Now the calendar has turned about face grudgingly I give the penultimate nod to November scenic layers of litter in umber tones for an umbral burial the earth moulders – inert in stone cold wormholes though songbird throats are warming up some melodies my… Continue Reading “November now”
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