Tag: personal journal
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16 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
15.09.23 05:10 (West Sussex)It’s autumn, dead end gardening, rose crush, rudbeckia rot, a grim faced dance, and the moon hangs like a fallen log. I’m not pleasant company before sunrise. 08:25 My granny, the one with the goats and white rabbits, was a herbalist. She said that hair is magic. Don’t let it fall into…
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