Thursday 25 February 2021

Klaus Høeck, 'My Heart', p. 517

     i opened a boOk and

A powerful sMell of cloves

     wafteD out of the


     paGes - and in the

book i opened there stood: the

     master took a book


     from its box - when he

opened it there was the

     faint smell of drying 


     clove buds – now was this 

merely chance or was it planned

     by myself? (or both?)

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