Selworthy Beacon

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I can’t imagine being

other than

a rough fire

 

perforated

by flesh & glass

 

 

 

 

“withdraw his ships”

the narrow fane

 

among the eucalyptus

 

 

 

add one stone

to the pile of stones

 

we call a cairn

 

 

that’s all it is now

 

 

that’s all

I ever wanted it to be

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