The Other Way
The view towards upper Wharfedale – another lovely photo from SmackedPentax
The view towards upper Wharfedale – another lovely photo from SmackedPentax
The End of Time Whenever I think of Sandy I think, first, of his lined red face, his brightening smile And scrub and dust and boots, and thin cheroots And an old guitar that sings a while ———– No cares survived to scar his life Few needs, and too few friends preserved, pristine, his time But distant heartbeats feed, between the bottle and the … Read More The End of Time
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