sparkle on, twigs in a dazzle of rimesparkle on, bouquets of drooping iciclessparkle on, clocks in a tick-tock of timesparkle on, light off the bells of bicycles sparkle on, salt of retreating tidessparkle on, iridescent starlingssparkle on, diamonds worn by bridessparkle on, smiles in the eyes of my darlings sparkle on, vanity in a room […]
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M4 Westbound
A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Afternoon is coming to an end and we are still hemmed in by metal. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Not a sign of an accident and no breakdown on the hard shoulder. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. No emergency vehicles or […]
writing in north norfolk 