There was little and much to see of the park today, shrouded in a thick mist, revealing only the contrast of its bones.
Colour muted, sound stifled, but for the flash of wings, or the cry of a gull.
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We Need a Boatman | #CapturedInWords
Place your brackets around me Around us (And especially around yourself) We'll be safe there On your made-man sun Manacle me ...
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