peter furlong (england)
Asking questions (is a good way to see the back of the moon)
...and so she said to the fish,
'HOW DOES THE WATER FEEL FOR FISH? '
and the fish said...
'it feels like walking barefoot through the blue grass at midnight a million shards the long black hairs of a dream... snapping'
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