In Andalusia tucked below a mountain village there is a bridge a child has drawn. It’s span? No more than twenty steps across an icy torrent. A simple crossing for sheep and men built with love from impossible trees.
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In Andalusia tucked below a mountain village there is a bridge a child has drawn. It’s span? No more than twenty steps across an icy torrent. A simple crossing for sheep and men built with love from impossible trees.
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts