Rusty fountain pens
Grand gates leading nowhere now
Milestones in the ditch.
Thursday 13 October 2011
Monday 3 October 2011
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The patterns of our memory are shaped by vivid moments which we can recall like photographs even though the surrounding events are lost to us. Photographs trap moments of time and in a different way so do haiku. Both can be distillations of truth;both fascinate me.
