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and I am home

July 24, 2014 martin 0

for Anthea the last of the sun’s rays linger through the stained-glass door the latch-gate swings in the breeze from the sea stones to the hearth still warm dust spots dance and swirl in shafts of light a timber venetian snaps lightly against the window […]

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July 12, 2014 martin 0