I wrote last week about a lost walk through an old poem. I feel trapped without the views. For the past month my only landscape has been the unnatural amphitheatre outside my balcony window, a depression in the built environment caused by the low buildings of the block opposite, surrounded on all sides by the six, seven, eight storeys of the surrounding…
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