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Wigtown
opal

Town of dreaming and reading,
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Blue and pink-washed shops,
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Stone Celtic cross reaches skyward in its square.
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Boatless silted harbour, a martyr’s slate
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and a shuttered stone house
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named Barbados Villa looks out
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of place, yet who would not want
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to open its door, explore this mansion
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built of sugar’s profits? Built
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for a slave made free. Who
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would not want to find themselves here?
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Barbados Villa entwined in Rococco letters
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around their iron gate. House rare as larimar
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in a town of pastel-painted bookshops
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on this fluid, early autumn afternoon.
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6 Dec 18

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Descriptive without epiphany
 — unknown

Thanks - is that working for you without an epiphany?
 — opal

Not really

There’s a lot here that can be solidified to a grand conclusion instead of the usual autumn declarations.  

Unless of course mundane endings are desired.  
 — unknown

I wanted a dreamy, watercolour feel but how about another stanza with a bit more drama in it?
 — opal

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