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Graham Lindsayonline works |
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from Legend of the Cool Secret Dark eyes Fingers clasp a wellspring for the sake of words ink on paper reminiscent of Walter Trier illustrations. Or you could jump the train there you go in doublebreasted pinstripe suit, a Marcello Mastroianni sort of chap in mid-air, midlife crisis one hand clapped to biretta the other flailing. A glorious chafe of ballast barking shins followed at the next cut by the embankment's grassy bottom, return of insect song and birds. Marcello hobbles into a cool pine forest, and by a clear stream in a sunny clearing loosens his tie.
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