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Harbour flare

Harbours are places for encounters We go there often. We play a game Of looking at ships gliding Through foreign scents and mists and amiable far-aways… Water is a place for life and dreams. Painting: Harbour flare by John Atkinson

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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