sometimes to move forward you have to move back... or at least turn around and acknowledge the ground on which you've walked. maybe thats true maybe not... its hard not to look back. don't look back. no, dont look back. The seagulls where clearing the bins on the seafront. Taking chips high into the air. Boy racers screamed from their bucket seats and girls swayed in the sea breeze. I read in your face that you had done to much. your nose was bloodied from the night before. in a punch up far from punch drunk. you said you had done this all in search of The Low Suns...
jack x
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