Life at Willow Manor
Monday, August 10, 2015

Ignition

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Take me fast, quiet, two guards at every door. Wrap me tight in your extravagant straitjacket, where the strangling is clean...
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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Unpressed

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Thank goodness you found me - dehydrated, flat, suffering from a homesickness, I didn't realize was for you. I slipped from the...
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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Cenotaph

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This place marks a superb spot, where everyone expects me to reside, to germinate undisturbed, dispassionate, deep. ...
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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Saint Paul's Cathedral 1989

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The interior is mute, apart from November. You see an American tourist standing longer than anyone at The Light of the World. ...
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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Mother Lode

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I squat like a miner; sift through rubble, barefoot in Levis. Memories swirl the pan ― most of them look the same; unfossiliz...
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Tess Kincaid
I adore the scent of old paper in secondhand bookshops, the dance of words on a page, gathering odd things like a magpie, fresh flowers, woolly socks, keeping company with art, the thrill of film, and concocting an occasional culinary delight for the people I love.
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