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Mother and Child

Flickering raindrops on telephone wires. Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires. There is no sun only streetlights alight, It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night. Muddied meadows, swollen streams, Did the mild autumn … Continue reading

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