Fabulist!

LAND OF MUSIC

It catches me in odd ways.

A 50 pence piece, and my stomach bottoms out. I see your face in the rain, and the look in your eyes before you turned away.

It feels like a fall, the half-second before trip and impact. The foot crumples, and then a downwards lurch. You are everywhere, and follow me: rigid, tight, dense.

Balmorhea - Barefoot Pilgrims

Max Richter - Written On Sky

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