An evening fades; there is a clatter far off
I am watching the milking
A View From the Bridge
The bath is ready
Chicken, sort of
Just off the highway between Orlando and St Augustine
Fecundity Management
She didn't bother with make-up
Stair-rods
Sheep are desperately stupid
I have forgotten what we were like then
He is becoming invisible
I want to be a pig, a big snorty, honky PIG
I watched them once, then again
When you are old and botoxed and wired on caffeine
It was the joy in you that persuaded me
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