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This play of the surface
All we need,
This play of the surface
All we have.
–Gloss of lines by Fiona Sampson.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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February
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- Locus
- Sun Worship
- Mild
- Floating in a Snowstorm
- Cold Front Desktop
- Slower
- Revolution
- The End of Winter
- Sanctum Sanctorum
- Slouching Towards Prosperity
- Aubade
- February Simplistic
- Thoughts While Boiling Chicken Scraps to Stock
- Walking the Marsh
- Widdershins
- Missing the Dead
- The Great Coincidence
- Snow Birds
- Overwintering
- Union
- These are the Falling Years
- Eskimos
- Skin
- A Prayer
- Combustion in an Anachronistic Spring
- Winter Warm and Wet
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