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Well<\/strong><\/p>\n There is no time to appear <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Vanessa Saunders<\/strong> is a recent graduate of the University of East Anglia. She is currently located in the San Francisco Bay Area. Enjoys: traveling, reading about traveling, reading-in-general, escapism.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well There is no time to appear anything close to sentimental. Staring out the window, Concrete driveway, the empty light hangs. She said it was her favorite house. I didn’t know I was only here for a few days. A passenger passing through on a bright white ship maybe she saw I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5982","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5982"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5982\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5984,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5982\/revisions\/5984"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nanything close to sentimental.
\nStaring out the window,
\nConcrete driveway, the empty light hangs.
\nShe said it was her favorite house.
\nI didn’t know I was only here for a few days.
\nA passenger passing through on a bright white ship
\nmaybe she saw I felt sad
\nand I tried to say
\n“Time clears all and it moves
\nso rapid these late days,
\nthere is no hour to look backwards”<\/p>\n