A virgin horizon.
Cold and broad.
Unstuck by birds and planes.
A starry sky and a ragged moon.
Steady ebbs and flows call deeper waters and clouds taller still.
Wax and wanes pass without neon buzzing or a telephone ring.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Sunday, 28 November 2010
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