Crag Hill



            the region’s boundaries

 

 

                      in a sense

 

            in turn, lights going on

                                                                     simply

 

  at rare moments

                                  its beauty astonished

 

                                                                     lost faith

 

   Power does scenes. It can be open

                                                  forged amidst our inattention

 

            The world was stirring

 

                                                                     highways one could feel  





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