She spelt names that sounded like shameful sunlit streets and lies spreading sweetly enough; like forest fires. Or a foolish fight. //caption// Figs are fragile. She painted in soft cyan - a two pence sunlight window by day, a string of silvered sunflowers by night. She spelt names that sounded like shameful sunlit streets and lies spreading sweetly enough ; like forest fires. Or a foolish fight. She says shore-waves and sound ripples are just noise; shimmering glitter and white foam. From a 'seven seas across' snap of stones.