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Snow Falling on Cedric
It was a black and white kind of day. I took a turn into town and found this stiff on the street. At first I thought, ‘Poor guy, he’s frozen to death’ but then I recognised him, Cedric! I called the cops, he had been carrotted. ~ CLP 10/02/2021 →
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L3 (Day 35) Snowed In
“Well done for getting out!” he said as if I’d slipped out past the plastic police of Serco plc who run Yarl’s Wood Immigration Removal Centre . In fact, all I had done was walk to town in the snow ~ CLP 09/02/2021 →
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L3 (Day 34) Carrow Bridge
Bemused pigeons and gulls chase lifting snowflakes above the Wensum not being au fait with weather maybe thinking things that fly up contain protein not just ice or were they playing as school children might flapping around with mouths wide trying to catch ice crystals on waggly tongues having heard that each flake is unique →
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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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