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ATOP NELSON’S COLUMN
ATOP NELSON’S COLUMN
Windy, cold and grey is the sky. The clouds amass on the horizon,
laden with rain, while a bitter wind drives them towards me.
I have never been so scared here above the earth; I don’t know how I got here,
I only want to get down.
Smoke blackened stone is cold and so alien to my touch, while the ground is far below.
I see people staring a...
Monday 25th June 2012 5:37 pm

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