- a walk to the new book shop via hell
- rose hips and bed springs
- wagtails drop like stones to the floor
- sky was a cold, green sea
- he said, look at the ducks - but all i saw was metal trollies
- never let me go
- bag in the black muddy field says 'salad days'
- i felt like i was accidentally living someone else's life
Thursday, January 26
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