Wind brushes by trees which are a stop over to skies pointing upwards and hills in chorus claiming mortality. No change, these hills suffuse time and space leaving a huge blank of hope. They spill over into dreams but when morning arrives they change colours in shades of blue and green. They a crescent, they […]

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