Friday, 3 August 2018

I walk almost every day, but this time I just followed my liking. I wandered out, as often, to the grove of beech trees nearby and sat down, breathing the presence of each tree.
After a while I recalled that there was a larger grove concealed just off the golf field not long from here, with a plane tree dominating it, more concealed than the beech grove tree. I went there. I seem to like symbols.

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