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Crowds of predominantly grey boulders are stranded in enormous concentration. Near The Gugh, they have crossed over the top of the sands, northwards, and are almost among the seaweeds of Perconger. This way, they are not quite there. They push each other. They stand on their fellow heads, personifying, in themselves, the intransigence of unconscious matter. Time lapses, and still they are here. Time lapses; and they are here still, though patterns alter. ----- UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton 42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4 wfuk.org.uk/blog ----