Christmas

[likepatsycline]

The platform is shielded by fog and a bank of brown ferns and I stand in the phone box that smells of piss and call home. Noone answers of course but it's only a couple of easy, downhill miles and I just want to get on with it, get home. The valley is sunlogged and weird. A thick-set and benign black spaniel appears in the middle of the road, like

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[sundayclothes]

i would love to meet you one day.

[chirospasm]

sounds like: spring cleaning in the winter time
reads like: a snowflake melting on a tongue