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Empty words bent through the great flow of time and space to create a solid image in your mind.

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Sunday, 27 January 2008

Anybody there?..
Posted by Roger Barrow at 11:17 am

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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

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