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White chalk hills are all Ive known.
White chalk hills will rot my bones.
White chalk sticking to my shoes.
White chalk playing as a child with you.

White chalk south against time.
White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme.
I walk the valleys by the Cerne,
on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago,

and I know, these chalk hills will rot my bones.

Dorsets cliffs meet at the sea,
where I walked, our unborn child in me.
White chalk, gorse-scattered land,
scratched my palms, theres blood on my hands.

PJ Harvey to perform at Field Day London in 2016
posted: 26.11.2015
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The Sound of St Andrews
posted: 29.09.2015
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PJ Harvey and Seamus Murphy's The Hollow of the Hand receives its World Premiere.
posted: 22.07.2015
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