Underworld; 21.10.2017

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Sunday 27th November

TURN THE LIGHT ON SOMEBODY:

At dawn the clouds move fast & low over the green & pleasant. A buzzard hangsĀ in the wind above the long grass shopping for fast food. A few leaves still cling to the branches of naked trees like random notes on twisted staves & for an hourĀ the clouds break to let the sun dance.

(K)

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