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   Over Soil

   October 18, 2019 at 7:59 am

   I think that’s watching the wood fire poetry, how flames make a tired me go gormless.

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      Akasha

      October 18, 2019 at 9:28 am

      Thanks for reading and for the comment.
      Perhaps…watching silence is like watching flames when one is tired. Perhaps not. I’ll try this. Thanks!

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         Over Soil

         October 18, 2019 at 1:27 pm

         When I lived in a cottage in Orkney where the electricity was on and off due to storms, we watched the fire like it was caveman telly, staring at it, poking it as it moved in the corner of the room the charm of a dancer.

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