LP Day 17

The Hunter and the Hunter Stealthily it moves, low and slow. Silent in the undergrowth, velvet pads dampen the approach. Discrete and alone, assertive and furtive it glides across the

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LP Day 16

The Church I was baptised here. Christening white, cable stitch. Crackling silk. Eyes wide. A memory of water and a sign on the brow. Take it all in, standing here

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LP Day 15

Bubbles of Colour Behind the screen all is not what it seems You see red and I am feeling blue. Under the surface we are all slightly nervous, Some are

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