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POEMS TO MATCH A TEATOWEL

This morning I have to wait for the cool breeze to blow towards me. When it does it brings rosemary and grass. Before that the first scent hanging in the air is curry powder and spices, and I remember clearing the out-of-date jars and stacking them in the recycling box by the front door. AtContinue reading “POEMS TO MATCH A TEATOWEL”