Roger
Collett
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Pie The sharp smoky tang of raw ideas smoothed with a sauce of concentration garnished with small perfectly rounded conclusions. Unfamiliar Territory Here is a place where time turns on its head and summer nights are longer than their days, where autumn leaves are green and just in bud and spring brings frost and fog before the snows that carpet hills and vales with gleaming white. Where you and I loose hands, our searching lips grow cold and shrink away from each caress as, younger day by day, we watch our love’s retreat – and know each other less and less. The sun’s dark glow illuminates the night and pale moonlight falls daily on the strand where waves of sand rush in on desert tides to fall on waters covering the land that once was haven, home and safe fireside. For Joanna Skin, the touch so deep even as our summers turn so fast to autumn >>>Joanna Boulter
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