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There were so many things I wanted to write about tonight… periwinkle petals that i’d spit-stick on my fingernails and pretend it was that purple nail polish… of kisses and boiled unsalted squid…. the disappearance of dragonflies from near my favourite rock…the skies curdling these days…them robbing my rocks and giving away to builders…so the waves don’t crash anymore they just creep on the broken bathroom tiles....hmmm