tasting rhubarb
Monday 17 January 2011
Vacuum-packed
Sloshing and chugging and shoulder to shoulder, chock-a-block, eyeless. There is no light, not even in the puddles, which today are dirty and opaque
and harbour no reflections.
today's
small stone
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