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Chasm
I was very lucky to take part in this landscape/psychogeography rooted project. As part of it I undertook a solo walk on the Isle of Harris, took a black & white photograph to represent it, drew a map of my route & wrote a poem of exactly 62 words. I also drank in the hotel bar every night with a lone travelling nonagenarian American woman called Gladys.
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