Poignant perhaps an inadequate word. A fitting end to the start of the end, into the beginning.
At the rising of the sun today, just me and him. I wonder if it is the same one from thirteen years ago... who began in fact my simplest mode.
I would fly away too.... this lot smell. Which is an unpleasant thing to say - for people one only pity. Especially if despite Monbiot lingering, the smell just down the path from ttheir linger-place, be-seen place, from the leaking sewerage in this town of vanities, isn't worth burning... so i shall keep my pictures to myself....for another day.
Meanwhile many most enlivening pictures from days the last hundred or so
soon
But i saw her yesterday - them i should say; meek humble.... quiet...walking with him hand in hand...
