the marked point we lost whilst becoming shrewd; entrenched
tales water logged suburbs untouched
marked hems mark points where lines run rich without being
held open and outside these thoughts traceable back to histories not forgotten but staged
out open throughout
plan trips
always back to marking
mark books, sales pitch, current fad, make it quick
times slow, moves forward
nothing sacred when memories are precious
Thursday, 27 December 2012
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