Stuart Miller-Osborne

In meadows under parasols your sisters will not notice the leaf as it falls from a tree and stops history for a moment these areas are beyond invasion

Station senior but young in spirit wants to meet likeminded either main or branch line I like travel and seeing new places own house river frontage with views to open fields local pub does great ale happy to send photo am I your dream destination ? all replies Box 158 

The man who walked In the chalk mist Was promised freedom But he knew What lay behind It’s cold eternity

Edith plays cards with sailors on the Rio Negro she is losing but does not care as her collection of butterflies are preparing a kaleidoscope in her cabin she reads frequently and shares her book as she sleeps with unknown readers these are her descendants who will travel and play cards with sailors on the […]

The golden field harboured a grudge against its transient colour I knew nothing of this infection

He seeks the God particle In the vending machine But finds only coffee In his ship of despair (No confirmation required)

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I can see you on the roads that vanish into trees and from beneath we will travel into the change estates of your great colour which have seasoned my skies of eternal eloquence.   Taken from the memorial of John and Harriot Russell in Marlborough Wiltshire

Allan James, son of the Rev J Allen, Stradbroke, Suffolk, Born March 23 1830 ; left Midsummer 1848 The white heat will not ripen the seeds It will only scorch them Tuckwell, David Gregorie, son of the late W.Tuckwell, Esq.,Oxford Born March 11,1838; left Christmas 1849 The birds will eat their porous meals Let us […]

Miss Salmons Diary As your underskirts scorched you taught my pupils with your heated chalk yet the sea contained no ash   White Nothe As the smugglers search for their zigzag paths (I am already hidden) and await their bounty which I will share with you   The Great Slip I have no interest in […]