In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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4 remarks:
lonely.....
seagulls can be pests but this is kind of sad...
sad, seagulls can be pests perhaps but they have so much personality.
Who would do such a thing?
cloudless sky
three seagulls rising
from a snowy roof
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