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Wooosh she said

 

Wooosh she said

Wooosh she said & yes the wind was high over the hills & dales Dale! He called not even bothering with Malachi it didn’t bother me I liked him anyway he’s long retired now I guess & she long dead not her but her but I know a new friend a couple actually I think I will tomorrow you never know when you might need it when the inspiration takes not quite accurate more will like the rising wind high over hill & dale Dale! He called but I’d rather listen to Mahler now & maybe another cup of tea I got a haircut just as the weather changed to autumn’s winter wind hence I gave myself a case of the sniffles it gets cold around here rather chilly it doesn’t snow over just cold & of course homes are not prepared for the cold it’s the heat the place isn’t anyway I was her kite for now & she ran & laughed as I spun in cross drafts before breaking the string & up with Shelley’s manifesto candle lit over the sea thinking of Matthew Arnold & his poem lamenting ignorant armies in this case the town’s gossips as to the Amazons more the Wizards of Oz anyway I’m too crazy to care I keep to myself mostly which surprised her she felt honoured for my friendship she thought I was like this with everybody as I’ve said I’m happy with the dogs Mahler & a cup of tea thanks for the good milk with the cream xx

 

 

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