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arriving in fog


Reflections on a walk of suggestions offered by Phil Smith: Hayle -> I am/we are always dancing assisted departure – the touch of surface on hands, knees, feet blue flowers shine brightest in… Continue reading

Rolling Hills


We meet. Do we meet? We’re not quite sure. We’re not sure where our walks cross, we haven’t yet met. We meet by default, both pausing when we’re not quite sure. Standing on… Continue reading