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..on an innocent Sunday evening. The 15th of May. Had had a lovely afternoon out at the British Museum with the woodlands gang and a small gaggle of my own friends. So there I was, heading home, happy and tired, … Continue reading
Love. Strong as Death. Both experiences of infinition. Beyond grasp. Impossible. And yet…. ** love * death * time * meaning **
There always is. Until then, adieu.