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doris and the olden days

the haunted victorian pencil and his nanny.

remember me?

Negro Colleges in Wartime

it may be someone else's blood soaking into the dust, but i am that dust.

day by day......

the leaves are just the colour of your eyes.......

jaw bones and tooth rattles........

peterloo

walking on the Tops with my son today

we return.

golden slumbers

a postcard of the hanging.

ferryman has hands of stone.

fish

oh! qu'est beau.

the way that you act ......

Mother, yon lion's et Albert.............

Peterloo 2018:

a great light creates deep shadows........

(mostly) Settle

leave no trace

all your dreams are true.

they dont dance like carmen no more.......

Donald Trump

my father was a lighthouse keeper......

Sowerby Bridge

the suddenness of your departure is still hard to believe......

Aqua~Boy

I'm chasing shadows in the gallows