A wicked wind whips me front and back
As I walk thread-bare ‘cross a granule prickled shore
Into a blackening night.
A night to conceal and not reveal that ancient secret borne on stone
Which looms in all its fantastic hue,
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Today’s Instagram Photos: Birthday Candy Cake, Rockefeller Center, Poetry Reading
Today’s Instagram Photos: Birthday Candy Cake, Rockefeller Center, Poetry Reading
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