Stanley huddles quietly in the shelter of the Nut
Perfect ripples run aground and in Soyer Bay
A zephyr skims high cloud
across a pale wedgwood sky
where Juliana’s footsteps found the fire.
– James Blundell
Stanley huddles quietly in the shelter of the Nut
Perfect ripples run aground and in Soyer Bay
A zephyr skims high cloud
across a pale wedgwood sky
where Juliana’s footsteps found the fire.
– James Blundell