Inside a canal tunnel. The blue prow of a barge points towards the light at the end of the tunnel. On the wall & reflected in the water is the following text: The house is surrounded by water North is a sparkling array of lakes The black soil turns russet The network of canals shift We learn the lines of the land The fish farm is tinged with orange The hare is steady and practiced at the swim The big house is derelict and abandoned
Snippets from a work in progress.
Based on my family history but set in the future. I hadn’t anticipated so much of the writing would involve waterways and nature. Or apple harvesting.
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