March 31, 2016

'I walk on metal grilles above smelly water, I climb the ladder, I stand on a bridge above a brown lagoon, little flocs of sludge and clarified liquor spilling over the edge of the outer circle. The bridge is turning very slowly, sweeping the spill-off round and I'm thinking illicit sneaking thoughts - no one can see me up here, just me and machinery and tiny organisms.'
Alice Oswald. Dart.

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