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PJP

May 19, 2016

The better part of a morning spent walking will take me no farther than the edge of my small city and the pockets of communal gardens whereafter I can leave it all behind. Yet an hour more will find me hemmed in by suburban homes, peering through a steel gate at a rapeseed field. Then I can only wonder how I lost my way in that mediocre human habitation of which I am unquestionably a part.

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