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Post-run reveries…

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22.06.18

I recall two magpies

The bushes around Innovation Way are getting more and more overgrown.

I still cannot really….

cry to be honest. With you.

There are kids fishing at the fountain with their dad and I assume dads mate.

A fatherless jogger progresses along Lakeside.

Flies of thunder attracted to the luminous Karimor top.

A feint smell of glue.

Run out across a surrounding field in the hope that I find the answer to something.

X would scramble nervously underneath The Europarc advertising boards facing the A/M180.

Gravel.

The smokers smoke outside the factorious factory. A car driver waves me on.

Trying to find clues in the capitalistic detritus.

The discarded breakfast sign sleeps just off Genesis Way.


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