Tag Archives: Peter Davidson

Through the White World

Island of residual ≈ It was only for a few days. The immediate sensory world became a continuum of white and grey. A familiar world made strange.  Almost all colour, leached from the field of vision and imagination. White Grey … Continue reading

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