travelling up from south devon, crossing back over the M5 on the way to Culmstock were these at the side of the road, small white portals right by the motorway bridge, right by the roadside
and on into Culmstock, where a small ending was occurring
beside the actual and symbolic small 'deaths' in the village life, another demise; the tenderness of class 4's ceramic tiling work was a warmth by the skip - the ducks are so Yellow, the sheep so White and there's a Strawberry at the door
and out the other side, wrapped countryside
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