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Posted   pictures yesterday to a magazine that is publishing an article I sent-in  on suffering. That gives me until February then to complete the accompanying book; my third spiritual work.

It opens doors if you can hot-wire your submission to a just-published  article.

Wow, the electrifying  poetry of Alice Oswald; a dear friend has gifted me Woods etc :

"Please realise, friends. Time is moving in this neighbourhood.
This is Dawn, the unspeakable iridescence of all swiftness,
impatiently brushing past, be quick...."


from : For Many Hours there's been an Old Couple Standing at that Window.

As an adventurer ;   my toes are tapping.

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