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Watered Silk

December 14, 2016

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On the high road to festive jaunts –
tinsel, puds, secret santa cracking
the whip – we took a detour, walked

the Strand and held our breath. +++ No wind,
no gull’s call, no ripple, no blue, no speck
in this long pause.

Mist in our mouths, eyes hazed by the pewter
glint from Mr Turner’s Topsham sky.

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