...later, at the tumulus, sitting on the seat in memory of Ethel Copeland Campbell vegetarian socialist pacifist...
A grey evening out of the wind... i'm happy to be here, alone, in this large space of grassland and sky (a unity). I can see the lights of an invisible aeroplane flashing through cloud. The tops of the trees are in motion but the air, here at ground level, is not moving.
This morning i woke to dismal thoughts. Later, a chance sample from my archive (an attempted book called 'technologies harsh and gentle', 1970) seemed not worth keeping or trying to revive... but then i was enlivened by the presence of visitors... and now, here in this big outdoor space at the tumulus, 'in touch with the world', i feel happy - is this the usual pattern of a day?
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