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Saturday, 6 August 2011

Endgame approaching - mind the gap...



…wagging their tales behind them.

If you want to tame a horse; put it in a bigger field.

…then, at his lowest ebb he dreamed of the market square in his hometown and a box of gold buried there…

or if you wish, ‘a man had two sons’…

either way
anyway,

sitting in this grey room of dry mists
between sleep and wakefulness
what stories come to feed at this water-hole?