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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Monday, 3 October 2016

The memory

The quiet man stood
Turned off the light
Rubbed his eyes with thumb and forefinger
Her image was there as it always was
Hair short and messy
Somehow animated in his mind's camera
He sees her in a crowd
The beacon of recognition draws her out
And she smiles
Silent in his dreams, but colourful
Then he opens his eyes to the wall.
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