bimble

By monkus

inversions

a stillness of trains, of roads quietened by the turning wheels; edinburgh casts its shadows and spells, twists into closes and wynds under faded monuments...the wind cold streets, familiarity in cloaked and uncertain guise offer indistinguishable reflections of those other selfs returned into a distance of images beginning to tarnish in the springrisen sunshine...

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