January 2nd

A way, picked around bomb holes muted with bramble and old-man’s beard. My dog, snuffling. Crumbled fortifications, mossed and strung with briar rosehips. Below, the sea. Beyond, more beyond. Nothing to fear.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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