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|Subject: Bolton Abbey Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:38 pm|| |
Down those awkward steps on a windy day
To the wattle boundary fence they carried him.
There, at one with the clay
The curlews and the sky, they left him.
Ashes to ashes, the river's sound,
Did it make any sense to his friend?
Blinking back tears as they gathered around
He wondered if this was the end.