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Between years

The snowy past and its answering voice

Singing again

More words for women than anyone can imagine

The bass says more than words can

Whose land is our land?

Avant garde jazz and dead poets

Winchester poetry festival

The bin says break the rules

Semi-retired

Summer's patterns

The thing about diversity

Solitude and old dresses

White cat and speckled fox

Summer's cabinet

Buffalo, frog and fox

Three and a half days

Reading the signs, framing the hole

Words for old and earth

On Ilkley Moor

A wheelie case full of avocados

Paradise garden

Keeping Fabrica's doors open

Lockers, Joseph Beuys and gallery assistants