Sunday, 28 May 2017

Little stones 1 - Draft post from 2nd January 2013

I sat on the stool and watched the orange glows shifting about / there were clefts between portions of black burnt wood / the papery, weightless ashes lay about all still / suddenly the logs were no longer brilliant orange, but a bright white / how did that change occur without me seeing it / I was staring all the time

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