Saturday, 25 April 2015

Twin One

The ground is littered with the shattered fusillades of rusted aeroplanes.  Broken wings act as hastily erected tombstones. Propeller shafts bent upon impact are scattered randomly.  The detritus of a life ill spent rises up with a hush of spectral accusation as memories drift in hazy confusion from the dewy landscape as a new dawn brushes aside the guilt. It really doesn't get any better than this....










































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Russell Cuts the Corn From The Brewers Whiskers.

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