in a cloud of flies
rotting fish heads
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Oooh. On the nose. I can really relate to the pier though. I’ve been wetting a line a bit lately G and keep coming home to hand waving and screwed up faces.
That sounds bloody lovely mate. I am already loving the waves and screwed up faces Thom gives me!
you hit the bull’s eye with this..can smell it and hear the humming of the flies…
it is such a distinct music flies make when they form a cloud… glad this one hit the mark Claudia.
Verse really provides a strong sensory experience.
Glad this gave the senses a good slap Charles,
I can smell those rotting heads – haha
So very pungent!
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