. there are railings .

there are memories. the walk to the river, past the blasted oaks, hollow not dead. sap still


down to the farriers by the bridge, his door always open . fan the fire. watched the horse

arrive, we watched the work.

he lived in the little house next door. bent. it is all gone now.

mews cottages that no one can really afford. they say that the only affordable housing there is down dorchester.

the iron railings had spikes on.


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