January Gulls
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In January, over the harbor,Gulls remember summer daysIn voices creaking
with ice. Bereft of mussels and minnows,Long beaks pry all afternoonAt the
belly o...
Monday, November 18, 2013
What you hope to find at the end of your rope
Labels:
BC,
heavy-handed metaphors,
NaBloPoMo,
photography,
Texada,
water
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