at the bridge
we stood by a bridge
and smelt the weedy scent
of the unspoilt waste ground
and looked for miles around
at the skyline
of the evenings
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
bridge wormhole: HA!
C & love wormhole: where to find it
evening wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
Leicester wormhole: waiting
life wormhole: here
skyline wormhole: Dr Strange #6 (Feb 1975)
smell wormhole: to share
Love that!
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thank you, Chrissy
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Understated perfection of mood.
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you are very kind, thank you
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