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Mind the GAP

Posted on 01/06/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

The traffic lights turn red. We’re stopped again in a symposium of trenchant spray and a palette of greys, punctured only by the vitality of the spring’s green shooting reluctantly. I only dwell on it now that we’re so close … Continue reading →

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