Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Saturday, 8 August 2026
As though my name were Ransom
Walking barefoot on the seared grass -
Gathering apples fallen from the tree -
As though my name were Ransom -
White lions basking in the garden -
The Old School House
East Stoke
August 2026
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