Weaving my way home
through wispy tendrils of fog
feels like Yorkshire Moors
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With much umming and aahing over the past month since finishing The Haiku Project, a year-long poetry/photo journal, crunch time had arrive...
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Pure white sheep in the teeming rain freshly shorn When I drove to town yesterday I glanced across at the paddock...
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