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Sunday 4 October 2009

Fifty Odd Words No.40

I followed his deliberate movements across the limestone to the edge. He combed three fingers through his greying beard.

Against the noon sun his body formed a dark blot on the landscape.

He then collapsed to his knees and allowed his profile to face me, and said: Is this how you would remember my body?

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