A mackerel sky, a blood-orange sun,
and leaves drooping from the black limbs of oaks;
and thieving magpies, hell-mirroring rooks,
behind an old woman’s whispers and sighs—
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Life is made up of these glimpses... I take photos of that, you jot it down... we all like to capture it in some way and you do it really well.