Cat, you’ve caught me inland sending you this faint light from Gounod’s old torch. I am inside the limestone cave where a white fish survived on darkness for centuries. See how the beam’s baton moves about the silence between us, the darkness how it picks out this wall in tears, these crotchets hanging by their […]
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