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The moon yesterday was magnificent, an exact half, lying down on its back. Church on an outcrop and some of its Norman features subsiding downhill. M asks a hug and comes to sit by me as I radiate warmth I've stored from the heater. The window view from the bus, every time, this one colours and the huge flock of doves dark against a certain blue and cloud. A day right up against things; texture. I actually adore December, I finally realise, just as I'm typing.
I know who I am these days. That's the difference and the returning to the same point, both at once. I recognise and this time I accept. I integrate. I can take this forward.
I know who I am these days. That's the difference and the returning to the same point, both at once. I recognise and this time I accept. I integrate. I can take this forward.