'They belong to each other in mood, in tone and by way of certain images and words that form a ricochet of echoes - not least the word salt.' Mineral, eerie, sensory, the poems in the collection are experienced as encounters - some with the surety of daylight, others in dream-life - that refresh with the turning of each page.
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