Forests have their ghost trees, a remembrance of green, a canopy refusing sky. Cities have their ghost buildings. Skyline gaps, victims of blitz or development greed, that flicker with brick phantoms. Here was pub, here was church. An unquiet rush of memories. – D.A. Kilroy, 1973
Forests have their ghost trees, a remembrance of green, a canopy refusing sky. Cities have their ghost buildings. Skyline gaps, victims of blitz or development greed, that flicker with brick phantoms. Here was pub, here was church. An unquiet rush of memories. – D.A. Kilroy, 1973
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