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- Mon Jul 08, 2002 11:07 pm
#15999
Tonight I took a steaming cup of Nescafe into the garden.It has become something of a tw@ ritual to bask in the late night hue of the summer solstice.I sat on a tree stump that I had lovingly hauled from near by woods in 1998 and pondered on this and mused on that.After a while I realised that for the first occasion in a very long time I was not thinking of anything.Nothing.What a wonderful feeling that was,the ever present tention in my neck and shoulders had gone,my breathing was deep and effortless.A tiny seedling drifted silently down by my feet.I picked it up and inspected it.It looked like a baby tadpole or perhaps a giant sperm I gave the pod a squeeze expecting perhaps a little pop or some ooze,instead a thousand white seedling things hit me square in the eye.I sit here now with a red and streaming truly buggered iris and fully expect one morning to find a small tree growing from my eye socket.
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