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on flight
I stopped by the lip of the citywhere the lines to London curl southbreathed in the spacefelt the frost in my throatby the derelict sitemore fenced-off car parking than I imaginedexpanse of redundant concretesplit by grasses at its seamsreflecting the January Sun’s warmthenough to creat sufficient turbulanceto lift the buzzardsthey spiralled upwards into the bluethen Read more
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on time
if you get up earlyduring these short daysget out, walk towards the eaststand still, watch the bright light growfrom deep blue, so blue its almost blackto steel greywatch the horizon burnturn, look up at the highest pointstudy the golden light edging downthe church steeplethe coniferthe pyloncity hall’s clock toweryou’ll feel the Earth spinningtaking you into Read more
Journey of Words 