Memoir

#FFFC

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The authors head rested

on his final works

like he was still in the room.

The candle smouldering – not yet out

the last grains of sand in the hourglass

making their slow passage

from the top to the bottom

Treasures within the leather,

bounties untold

but they’d have to look at edition II

edition I was still being chewed over by the author.

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.