Underworld; 24.10.2017

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Friday 27th January

IN THE STICKS:

This town is asleep, though it’s roofs glisten like the backs of whales
coming up for air. Vending machines relax in alleys without fear
& all the dirt is clean, exactly where it’s meant to be. Time, moving slow
with a gentle hand, passes over & moves on to another town.

(K)

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