Wednesday, January 12, 2005

and so to work.

it takes more than just jetlag to move on from a month of luxury where the days walked hand in hand like a litany - cowley and tahmid. long walk, planes in meadows towards the trout. the ultimate picture palace, che, roasted peanuts and home where the beer is. a countryside that walked in at 11 everyday with gorgeous chapels and sprawling lawns. a bardy town, a fancy play and things that heretofore remained in books. fibre and fruit, murderous seasoning, a baguette here a baguette there and many gins all in a row. videosyncratic, TV euphoric, phoenix emphatic. reflected time that ticked in a shadow, a town caught in custom aching for traditional rebellion, and a year that drifted as if in a change of reels. wellcome, ashmole, debbie-daft and a young street. we drank our guinesses and reached for more. of birds in ponds and a bumble bee.
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