Welcome to Zimmer-zine
The e-zine for all those who are not dead yet!
| FERRY |
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| You hear it — big and beastly — first as fast it sneaks the headland, then grunts across your field or fishing, churning to a pause. What happens next depends: pale transients in bright coats shiver and smile, content to leave these lives on colder shores. Then all abroad the quayside islanders fake bleak farewells, blame late boats, early autumns in those tougher tongues. It's a choice, a chance — world -wide or back in our own yards: where to run, with whom, from what, or not to be more than where you're better. |
| WILL DAUNT |