Hiraeth

Great Grandad Slater outside Rutland Cavern

I believe wherever dreams dwell the heart calls it HOME. So may you untangle yourself from the twist of melancholy and let your thoughts carry you back to the birthplace of your truth. Dodinsky, In the Garden of Thought

A battered foolscap envelope called Bub. It’s filled with old photographs. One of my thin Objects.

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