Telegrams

WE STEP FORWARD … SCENT OF GARLIC AND ORANGE … BODIES AT EMPTY.

WATCHING THE WEATHER … THE SHIP SAILS AND A ROPE SWINGS … TWO SONS LOST AT SEA.

A THIRD SON LEFT BEHIND … WALKING THE RED MILE … SPILLED TAR BY THE MONUMENT … COMPASS POINTS SPINNING.

A FIRTH … A COAST … A MOUNTAIN … THE DEATH OF A FATHER … THE BIRTH OF A DAUGHTER.

A YOUNG WOMAN AT THE PORT … SNOWFLAKES FLOATING DOWN … ONTO HER FLOATING HAND. –John PerivolarisPeriv

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