Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Approach to Bogard, afternoon.
Leap-day, a day out of time, brilliant precocious spring with daisies and shining suns of celandines. I stop here on my way to the airport; everything is on the move.
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Especially like this one--the out-of-time precocious day, the stir, your stir. All mixed together.
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