September 13, 1983
Let the winter come now to clear this gagging heat, and sweep away the sweating rabble in their straining shorts. Let the furious waves gobble up the sandcastles built by the ice-cream smeared children as landmarks for their paddling dogs.
Summer draws out the poison of body and mind, sucking it hungrily like a poultice on an angry wound, then leaves it wafting on a gentle autumn breeze. Winter has the strength to purify the stench and cleanse the air, ready for spring's freshness.
The seasons of a seaside home are twisted and shaped by summer's hostile fumes and the glistening armies that smudge the wholeness of it all.
Picture: Pasja 1000
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Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
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