A Dream

Norway-fjords-Aurlandsfjord To see the sky

with no tangent

vapours marking

its jetted limits…

To see the land

unboxed, its concertina

scars flooded

and weeping…

To see the mirror-straits

deepest stars, like lagan

lanterns guiding salmon

to spawn…

To sit unseen in lost

habitats among

the spectres of lives

forgotten…

To breathe in…

unhindered.

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	Maggie on Dudley and Eunice
	Rockall Mugs \| Will… on It’s Pissing Down On…
	Peak 3 (Stillborn) \|… on Alderley Edge
	erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg)
	hana on Succotash

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