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William Hazel Writes


Perfumed Blue
In the blue. My reflection. Without stillness. Hard edges blurred. Moving in the light. The light so brilliant bright. With back...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Mar 292 min read
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A Winter Too Long
It rained for three days. I listened. Trying to write of the sound. Sounds. Different tones from different places. In bed. By the window....
WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 232 min read
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