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We didn’t mention the fish yesterday.
The fish above the boat on the door?
That’s the one.
You’re right, we didn’t.
If we had, then today would have completed
a trilogy of fish that were carts before the horse.
Metaphorically speaking that is, ‘cos in
fact they are fish.
And…. all on doors.
Was the blue shed fish on a door? (editorial note t)
Hang on….. no, not exactly. It’s NEAR a
door, on a bit that touches something that’s on the door.
Shame.
It’s on a window, least way the fish
bubbles are.
Windows could be considered as doors.
The eyes are the windows of the soul.
What colour are her eyes?
Mountain ash in my memory; mountain torrent in my
dreams.
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