Conversement #7 from: Ted to: Toby Dear Toby, The other day I saw the moon, wedged in the narrow gap between two tall buildings (fire station practice tower; lavish victorian department store (abandoned)). What was it doing there I wonder? Ted, Moon Ponderer PS: When I glanced back later it was gone — from: Toby […]
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A moon, I said. A moon a moon a moon. There was no one around to hear, but I said it anyway. A moon. A moon. A moon.