He is the final line on this field of war –the wall,the trenchand the battering ram. He is scarred like landscapes after coal,a misshapen mountain mass made pureby purpose and a passionmade of the raw memoriesof wins, losses and draws. Here he is alive, only here his form finds full purposeand movements are made true.HereContinue reading “The Lug”
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