Two herring gulls, suspended, glass-eyed, scream at sunsets. Dewdrops swell with inaction in a mist of motion. Finger-bones click with emotion. Small explosions of vapour, weighed down with saturating stillness. With murk smeared moisture. Take a mouthful. Hold it under your tongue like a small stone. Taste the sharp white grit between your teeth....
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