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This was left on the window ledge of the kitchen.
A pair of pliers used to fix a tap and an egg that had gone past its sell by date.
No one had given it a second thought.
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Today, boys and girls, we’re going to look at ‘Song of the Chinchilla’ by Lisa Jarnot*. I liked the poem immediately – and I’ve given it to ...
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Great image.
Some kind of entomological birth tool. If you invert it, it takes on a completely different, anthropomorphic aspect. Egg as head rather than womb.
We'd have a very different apophrenically-wired brain if we lived in zero gravity.
Some oddity.
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