Morning

I was inspired to do this by an article in a newspaper about a poet who writes a daily tweet (140 characters) about his morning stroll through his Yorkshire village. I've decided I'm going to try to do the same but based on my paper-round and I'll be posting it here as I don't have twitter.
It will probably just be silly little observations and metaphors and probably not worth reading but I thought it would be a nice challenge for the year ahead.

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32. 25th January

 Morning. Iced stew simmers on a drain lid. Wiley tongues lick away the goat’s curd in the sky by increments. Bright. Untamed. Irrational.

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