A return to Conwy to try my hand at some night photography again. Looking across the Quay towards the Castle from the Town Walls.
Broth of Remembered Voices
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A poem about alien comfort food. He seeks the warm bowl, the memory bowl.
Mushrooms of his cousins, simmered slow in nebular butter. Each sip returns
him t...
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