"We are drawn to edges, to our own, parapets, and sea-walls."
'Apart', Robin Robertson
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Edge
"We are drawn to edges, to our own, parapets, and sea-walls."
'Apart', Robin Robertson
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