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Who Knows by Cally Conan-Davies

When I go, will part of me linger here beside the sea? Perhaps the heart of me will stay and roam this tide-line every day, singing songs of breaking waves, turning shells the tide engraves with liquid lilt of water … Continue reading

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What This Is by Cally Conan-Davies

This isn’t maths — perhaps it is a collapse of certainties. Perhaps it can’t configure planes, yet it can cloud our blue remains so when we fall as rain will do, nothing fails to carry through. Cally Conan-Davies

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