Monday, August 25

this evening in my garden, whilst getting my washing in, i was suddenly stuck by the light that was so familliar.
it was the light from my nightmares.
a blankety grey, half light in which i am endlessly and fruitlessly trying to return home before darkness falls fully.
i was thinking about this, holding my clean sheets and staring into the unseen corners of my garden, happy to be six feet from my door.

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