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Sunday, December 02, 2007

Robin Robertson

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What the Horses See at Night When the day-birds have settled in their creaking trees, the doors of the forest open for the flitting drift of...
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Friday, November 09, 2007

The Park Drunk

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by Robin Robertson He opens his eyes to a hard frost, the morning's soft amnesia of snow. The thorned stems of gorse are starred crystal...
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