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Barlow beams as the escapement begins to rotate. His workshop is laced with tobacco and damp and the fading scent of industry.
Barlow beams as the escapement begins to rotate. His workshop is laced with tobacco and damp and the fading scent of industry.
A solitary gull
arced over stone,
mimicked
by a white vessel
far above and away
which could not flap its wings.