Saturday, January 14, 2017

Cemetery Feet: Plume My Dig with Intricate Tombs...

Day Fourteen.

Spark poles of wild claims - gathering recollections held within jaws, an unfocused harvest. My rectangle is a cemetery of eighths...


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Convalescence: Day Ten

Healing apace, can't complain. We finally got round to watching Ingrid Goes West . Brutal, hilarious, brilliant. TS