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we will not have blankets, if there are none, take the old rags, layer , stitch and stitch by hand till fingers bleed. work along the coast with thread and diligence. gather wools, layer carefully, we shall have warmth this winter. we will have quilts to share. sbm    

there are a few, those who should tidy, those who pump and clear, those who investigate. water beetles float their legs, paddle the river, dimpling surface. hang on the bridge , warming back and watch. water men wear high visibility, while the beetle shines black. lately we have cut the paths and planted bluebells. sbm.…

alongside gestures of despair, may communicate thought better. or worse? so lets  be singular enjoy our own space, and be friends, forever.   she says that you cannot see some people’s souls, perhaps we need to look harder. there is a lot going on. sbm.    

i searched for the ravages of time, it seems a phrase i have not used recently. it seems i ought to keep quiet, and get on with it any way. there are enough disturbances in the world, without another. butterflies. sbm.  

storm predicted, wind swept, the visitors came, some to sail boats, while others to pass the time of day, pleasantly. we shall shelter from the rain sbm.  

first it has to be said that the swallows are back here, down over the dunes.   cutting through sand, walking through time.   deep  paths show layers of blood. he talked of lizards, he talked of wood, the size and fear of endearment.   he was many men, he is one.   the tin…