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Colin Crewdson

Sholto’s lament Aroma is everywhere, a beckoning air scented with a matrix of blends, he searches in the bogs where the pheromones are strong, the pull of the air sweetened by sea, he searches in the density and clothness of … Continue reading

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Colin Crewdson

Moon rises over the occupied privy A mountain barrier to the inflow of the dark tide, Sail Mhor,  the round lump, sits beneath the force of the full moon , a full stop. No more watching, expecting change: this is … Continue reading

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