Here -
Where...small feet climb cob-web steel tree and pram wheels fall into strutted path...
Where...voices falter and fingers strip lace and metal...
Where...cobbled streets are cursed by van driver and box fresh trainers stumble out of brightly lit off licenced corners..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
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Steve Coel
