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Body of water, by Britta Benson

This poem comes without great explanations. Just a wee musing about water. Because I like it. Body of water Water all around me, top, bottom, left and right, I live in Scotland, home of wet, drench and soak, Mother of all rain. Waterlogged, inside and out. Our bodies, mostly good old H2O. That stuff hasContinue reading “Body of water, by Britta Benson”