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Heavy; strike the struck, rolls the mulberry drink whisky, road; starlight stutters, dazzling morn mourning charcoal, plastic shutters zip pastel. Boots in priory; petravore, prideless my name is petra, daughter of dirt. Dawn’s iron stowed in place. Towers stand sallowed sky bridge unbridled rivers yon. Balk at the downs laid bare; bogs in the mind matters of peat runs drips down rock faced stoney eyed fair haired fools; great great grandfather who stole the horse. Flynn: inheritor of the red.

Yon hill grassen and growing. Cheers, the grass fish held aloft by line river mouth. Clouds dangle, creasing mountains: miles away. Sand dunes speak winds. Silence; gentle hiss beneath cries gull and driftwood bones; old green glass gentle in age rippling waves whales off the shore waining moon. Yon hill, grassen and growing.

Dark; woody skin, white roots beneath facilitates tree speech. Pioneer plants weeds were wild here ferns, in the fen; branches above gentle geometry. Shade and light; aspirations upwards. Ants onwards, imperial march; nowhere known. Spiders stare in working webs, playing silent strings: faint shudders, forest floor; a hunt elsewhere. Birds dodge light beams singing old songs. Heavy plod; horizon nears blue-grey tides against tide. Grasses gone stone and shale faint impressions fossils frolic forgotten warmth. Twilight sun clouds mock mountains marches manifest sun sets.