Broken locks and battered places.

The feelings haven't come yet. Still floating above half ground. The empty things that are lost. The embers with their  pull; the happy threaded context of the past. As yet  no space to mourn, instead the ever present place where one should start . MB

End of an era

The British library tonight

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