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A Prestatyn Dream
The girlfriends in their terracotta shoes danced as they avoided the comb tide. On the dunes the grasses dreamt but could not taste the fruits of the singing palms I told them that all journeys were imaginary They did not believe me As the evening invaded the day I returned and looking north I counted…
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Esther Collencinni
In the geography of your eye Miniature chameleons Discuss the decline of the grid In the wetlands of Europe You sit on your bed Watching the marching whales Composing their tales (you send me an excerpt) The ancient man was lost. He was heading deeper into my introduction when he was approached by his father…