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		<title>bonfire skeleton</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[She looked among the charred wet remains. The blackened circle surrounded by damp sand. Green glass, melted, deformed, twisted into abstraction lay buried in part under the ash. She saw no smoke but she smelled the memory of it. Her fingers ran through her hair and grains of sand fell free, their landing a whisper. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rwhbray.wordpress.com&blog=988873&post=79&subd=rwhbray&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[He slings the handles of the duffel bag over his shoulder and slips on his headphones. The sky hangs low but it&#8217;s dry and mild. There&#8217;s no breeze, for a change. He pulls his hat down low and turns the volume up a little. The ripples lap the harbour walls but he doesn&#8217;t hear them. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rwhbray.wordpress.com&blog=988873&post=76&subd=rwhbray&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sound of the snow pleased her. It crunched and it squeaked at the end of every step. Her boots slipped a little as they compacted the fresh powder. For each of those precarious split-seconds her heart jumped. Just a little. There wasn&#8217;t any real danger. Just that momentary slip &#8211; an inch or so, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rwhbray.wordpress.com&blog=988873&post=74&subd=rwhbray&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>quiet sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 16:24:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes he felt the sea too quiet. It lapped the butterscotch sand with a soft whisper next to him. He closed his eyes and the whisper gave no hint as to the vastness of it. His feet sank slightly. Cool damp seeped through his trainers. He clenched his toes against the cold and opened his [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rwhbray.wordpress.com&blog=988873&post=71&subd=rwhbray&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>walk away</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 12:06:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He placed his empty pint glass on the bar and watched for a moment as the foamy remains of the head slipped down the glass and collected in the bottom. A nod at the barman. A thanks, a short one. 
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:19:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was beautiful. 
She was crying.
But it was the middle wedding, so I sort of brushed it off as such.
I was a bit drunk, so I&#8217;m not sure I remember her name.
In fact, I don&#8217;t.
But we had a lovely chat.
She was too lovely to be that upset at such a great party, and I told [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rwhbray.wordpress.com&blog=988873&post=66&subd=rwhbray&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>listening. soon.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 02:55:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He listened as he walked.
Hands shoved into his pockets.
Scarf wrapped tight.
Sepia lights cast
spiderweb shadows of
bare and skeletal
trees.
The whispers in the dark echoed.
Words unspoken.
Unwritten.
For now. 
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		<title>apologies</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 14:36:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Apologies for the lack of activity on this blog. Writer&#8217;s block followed by medical issues are at fault. Both issues should be resolved shortly. Thanks for popping by.
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		<title>on toast ii</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 11:10:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;You&#8217;re wet. Soaking in fact.&#8217;
He sipped the tea softly, with a whispered slurp. Brewed strong with one sugar and a dash of milk. It warmed him from the inside, reminding him how cold he&#8217;d been. 
&#8216;Yeah. Got caught in the rain. It was nice.&#8217;
&#8216;I watched you. From the window. You sat in it.&#8217;
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:15:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She made her way back through the rapt crowd. They stared at the televisions suspended from the ceiling. 
She stared at him. Her fingers flicked as she took her seat again. Her hair fell again. She cursed and pushed it behind her ear.
&#8216;Fucking smoking ban.&#8217;
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