From winter

The rain fell from the slate grey sky, it was 3pm and already the light was failing as I sat and watched a candle flicker in the draft coming from the window join.  Another British winter rolls steadily onwards, the nights are long and with no paper to paint on I took a brush to the old battered guitar case propping up my desk.  From the moon our mortality lies…

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