Monday, 20 July 2015

The loan Fisherman.

and loan fish i guess

You went further?

Yes, sorry, so I need to repeat it.

Go ahead, no one’s listening.

The one that holds no more, yet holds. The first of three that weep; the last of three that stand alone. The tree that drinks. And the rocks that wait.

Ok, so far so much the same.

The sentinel watching the final ancient arch.


No, benign, but very old, not much of him remains and he’s cast in stone.

What then.

The shadows of days end that lie beyond.

I feel the calm.

Be careful.


The Loan Fisherman stands.

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