A sooty canopy – for dVerse
in summer sings its canopy and shadows me with verdant leaves where underneath I can forget this charcoal winter filigree of sooty fingers reaching up to cut apart this leaded […]
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The title to the bell – Friday Fictioneers
Ever since she was an acorn she had been waiting to be able to see above the tower. She had stretched and stretched, and now as she was an old […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 