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L3 (Day 47): In the clouds
Above the city in sleepy-headed Spring morn’ birdsong, air force jets ~ n.b. You would have thought the North Sea was room enough to play in. Why don’t you fly off out there and look for Russian naval ships? And now the car park curator with the leaf blower. Merde! I can barely hear the →
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On Friendship
February, walking through cold rain by power lines skylarks start singing ~ n.b. For HC CLP 19/02/2021 →
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L3 (Day 44): Early Morning
Woken by the first alarm calls at territorial intrusions, alerts and disputes of airspace and protection of nests at 04:45h. Then disturbed again at 05:17h by shouting from a distant street. A man’s raised voice echoes through the break of day. Again from closer at 05:32, yet still a way from here. Is he heard →
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L3 (Day 39): On Foot
The city is bounded by rivers. Banked up inside their curves, the sprawl of the urban is curtailed and it takes no time to escape into open farmland. Further on is protected woodland and a lake (“broad”) that was formed from industrial era excavations. Both pleasant locations for exercise. Every square inch of land is →
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L3 (Day 36) On Ice
The lake is frozen. If you’re looking for easy metaphors, use this ~ n.b. Nice of nature to get on board with the program at last. Now everyone around here knows what we homo sapiens are experiencing. ~ CLP 11/02/2021 →
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Snow Globe
That beastly howling stopped and let the snow flakes fall up as well as down ~ CLP 08/02/2021 →
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L3 (Day 33) Under a Cloud
We all waited plans drafted for when the snow fell. It waited too light dustings wafted in the east by north east wind. It spent the day circling the huddled city until dark then fell. ~ CLP 07/02/2021 →
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On Frosted Ground
Deep howl of winter trees low like birthing cattle flakes of frozen tears ~ CLP 07/02/2021 →
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L3 (Day 32)
Carrow Hill blurs; mist gives way to an easterly wind moving people urgently along the street except those that can’t, who shuffle wrapped in padded coats. . Thorpe St Andrew beyond the railway behind a grey shroud of rain is the backdrop to the shopping park lit bright at noon. Darkness is upon us. . →
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