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December 2015            


Tempestuous sky’s so cold and dark, where no bird flies save lonely lark, ‘mongst the shadows, where coldness spreads, stand sepia shapes of wooden sheds. Oh whispering wind, what can you tell of a life of terror and tormented hell or torrid groans of sleepless souls under public signs, nailed to poles. – H. V….