Chalk cliffs then nothing beyond them
I couldnt tell a hedgerow from a path
lacklustre longing for longer days
days spent in quick succession
the coast weaves along, then up
destroying villages
impermeating the landscape
To be a Map Maker
flying over the edge of lands
toying over ridges and peaks
a ryanair flight to Greece,
seems like a passage
to another country
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