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Sunday, 1 February 2009
past break through
After lunch: As if ancient times came through. Break through the present like nipples through a wet T shirt. Give them wigs, I felt, give them wigs and 18th century rags.
I’ve been a silent observer for most of my life, and observe, I shall… unless… the door was locked! I observen’t. But I listened. Listened to steps and voices approaching...
(BLT: This Monkey's gone to Heaven; Picture: courtesy of Sam Van Olffen)
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