.. i could write a whole book about... and so want to meet the owner of the left behind girly van i park next to... here..one night a week... at 530 in the warmdark... sat in my reddle van like Digory except very clean .. a solitary warm candle lights up the clearing peeking above the dashbord lighting up warmly thr occupant within bust at his chore this ... a woman comes by and stands only a meter away for some minutes just barely visible silhouetted against or is it ,'by', a distant streetlight .. slim.. 40 ish by her posture and gait ... quietly sentinel or spy . who cares in the predawn warmdark we are all one... but she too shy to make herself or motive known .. but she had some reason to linger ..welcome friendly voyeur that warmdark one ... ]
The Great though rather flawed Mr Hardy would write just like that .. stick in his little snapshot ' interludes'
that made sense later on sadly i doubt she can....
anyway yes sadfact that he virtually disowned his own pretty hood books later on in life ..but then when age 17 whether made to or by some teenage kink he was sat front row seeing an attractive woman in her prime hung to death .. well its going to warp you a bit...for most of life
and i should disown my finger jabbing dawnophone as a fine ascetic thinker turns IFF all apps and all ' auto correct' bimbo enhancements which merely dehance propper poetical wordplay ... but the fucker still auto changes SOME words and and also doesnt red squiggle obviously nonwords like eg dog if misstyping 'dod' it leaves un squiggled
so this will be full of horrid seemingly madperson errors not my fault ...
as a madperson cant even deal with one line of clear english about a return of a very ill free laptop still in warranty for one week longer .. ( ahahh but where from? later ..i earned it bigtime! as the chronicles will prove)
