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Stuart Quine
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Weekend Guests

A softly lit nursery. Under a mobile of moons and stars a baby mewling in his cot. She unbuttons her red polka dot dress and releases a breast from her nursing bra. Feint blue veins and a coral-pink areola and nipple, heavy with milk. At the sound of the door she scoops herself back into her dress. "Sorry I was..." "Second on the left." He scuttles off clutching his toilet bag.

Snow falling fast...

the galaxy scattered

over the dark hills.

Best, Stuart.

Please could someone delete the original aborted version.