Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
It isn't so much the distance
That divides us
But the distance
Within us
That holds on with trembling fingers
To the tiger
We daren't dismount
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