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A disappointing day - cloudy,
cool.  Up north there is
27 degrees; here I have
had to don my fleece.
The hedge is the last thing:
beast, but cut it is
all bones and brown
like it will never recover
again.  No time out here,
no care, no heart: it is
not his focus in life (no
blame) his part is elsewhere: his
air is not green and his
mind in flight is not
hands in dirt; digging;
pots; stones.

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