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A tree in the forest<\/strong><\/p>\n Below Sredna Gora Only here distance collapses Below Sredna Gora, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marina Shiderova<\/strong> is a painter, illustrator and designer based in Sofia in Bulgaria. Tom Phillips<\/strong> is a poet and playwright based in Bristol, UK. For the last 18 months, they have been working together on the collaborative online project Colourful Star (msvstp.blogspot.co.uk) and produced two illustrated\/animated children\u2019s stories, Nicholas \u2013 The Stolen Reinder and The Adventures of Patch (x-ovation, Bulgaria).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A tree in the forest Below Sredna Gora the bus stops at a garage. Families without faces, without names, take out sandwiches and sit on the grass. The mountains have done […]<\/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":[7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9527","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=9527"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9530,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9527\/revisions\/9530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe bus stops at a garage.
\nFamilies without faces,
\nwithout names, take out
\nsandwiches and sit
\non the grass. The mountains
\nhave done nothing:
\nthey\u2019re waiting for their moment.<\/p>\n
\nand we can see, as clear
\nas the lines across our palms,
\nhow the trees are convincing
\nthemselves to stay put.<\/p>\n
\nin the vicinity of disputes
\nborn of other stories,
\nit\u2019s enough to spend
\na little time at the roadside
\nand to stare until you can see
\nevery branch and every leaf.<\/p>\n