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[grimbeau]

Flowers in the Night

Flowers in the Night

Now where were we before irruption and occupation by illness — perhaps it was mid winter in the loft room watching heavy snow settle on incidentless Schillerstrasse naked smiling in the sterile night, or outside at a make do garden table writing skittish nonsenses about anchors dripping blood on summer lawns close to where my father became serious, or skimming stones on late autumn Glendalough in…