The field, like my coat
Undulates in crinkly brown stripes -
- living cordroy.
Thursday 20 November 2008
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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.
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