the Jet-Set
A different aspect of something by another name
The Jet-SetNestled in the valley, in the Bay of the Beacon. Hidden in vaults where visuals display. Blackened bountiful tear-drops suspended, for hungry eyes an optic delight. Oh vision. Oh wonder, dark-light in our lives, seeking, craving, wanting and purchased.Ex-miners became, the new artisans of beauty, fashioned and carved the tillings away.A monkey-puzzle tree washed up on our shorelines, sinking and compressing pro...