Broken in late evening sunshine at the edge of Spring there is a broken silence sat alone in a deserted platform counting the pauses in-between the endless chatter of swallows in search of an inheritance across the skies. Whether Westwood bound or looking inside out across a watershed there is a sullen beauty grief stricken …
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