Today, I saw the vague reflection of a white ceiling fan in a white formica table.
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) September 21, 2020
It was whirring and pulsing; pale and indistinct above my left elbow, which cupped my tired chin and jaw.
I strained my eyes to hear it talking to me, and I heard old Amos on its blunt blades...
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Tuesday 22 September 2020
a formica table and a fan...
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