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︎︎︎ Philip Traylen

︎ Oct 4, 2025

A lake at night, let’s say. I could name
worse things. I could name your body
after a long walk, a pilgrimage almost, how
you skipped stones into the mouth of
God. Personally, I don’t think
there was anything there,
so I just watched. What’s
a man to do? In my case: wash your feet
in my intense curiosity about them, or
in the eye-green water at the foot
of a cliff, thinking carefully
about what might happen next.
















Philip Traylen is a writer from Wales.

Also by Philip: Apologies on her behalf