Warp and Woof

They came to me on the Bukit at the southern end of Bali, Warp and Woof. They remain close, just out of sight, just under the skin. As the winter winds off the north Atlantic whistle down through the pores of my epidermis I know the reverberations stir them in their slumber and I quiver with them.

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