Sitting. Waiting.
Failure was imminent. It didn’t go that badly.
My God-father has a Nikon D50. This distracted me all afternoon. I now need to revise like hell. Tomorrow evening will be poem after poem after George after …
I should have revised today. I flicked through my anthology, and found this poem (or rather sonnet), Sonnet, by John Clare. It seemed fitting. Similar to …
I wasn’t aware there was an insect when I took this. But now I am. Today, I cut down trees, sawed off dead branches, scratched myself …
There was no epic ash sunset here tonight. But I took this. And I have to say, I kind of like it a lot. =D In …
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