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LISTEN

What is that sound?Like the trailing of a fanthrough a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of airruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwindwhich will strip those leaves from their treesand wrench the trees from the hillsideand blast … Continue reading

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ETERNITY

There is no time in Paradise! Do not worry. Do not hurry. If the kettle is too small it will not spoil it to fill it twice and boil it. There is no time in Paradise. Until they count the … Continue reading

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CHINA BOUND GIRL

China-bound girl, not-yet-happiness-made-her-found girl. Airport-station-taxis girl, brand-new-outside-sensations girl. Three-plus champagnes-anything can-do girl, anywhere-go preferably-Katmandu girl. From-past-sadness-ever-fleeing girl, balanced-on-the-very-edge-of seeing girl. Wonderful-from-the-very-beginning girl, so-afraid-of–losing-she-must-be-always-winning girl. So-shy-her-confidence-is overwhelming girl, she-keeps-her-captains-firmly-at-their-helms-ing girl. China-bound girl, Love at her heels, how does she think what … Continue reading

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JUPITER SPINS

Jupiter spins, they say, three times as fast as earth and thus enjoys a shorter day. They say the sun will grow and then, at last, burn up the planets which lie in its way. They say, the universe is … Continue reading

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GNOMON

The shadow of the gnomon* slides at a steady rate. Even if the dial is ancient, the time itself is up to date. Though the train sleeps in the station, the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving … Continue reading

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BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

Super-talented children play on the eternal beach, building castles and cities and civilisations and worlds, anything, everything they want; and try to keep all and each out of everyone else’s reach. Dancing around hand in hand, they themselves are powdered … Continue reading

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LISTEN

What is that sound? Like the trailing of a fan through a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of air ruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwind which will strip those leaves from their trees and wrench the … Continue reading

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