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Ξ January 27th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Science |


    To me, the first fragile snowdrops are the real new year, not some arbitrary date in the middle of Winter, mechanically dividing days like digits. It's gradual, sneaks up unnoticed; one day you go out, all unsuspecting, and it's there! Waiting for you: fresh, new, among the mulch of last Autumn's colours.





[ An hour ago, in my garden ]


    So thus, I guess (I guess - I guess), another year slides seamlessly into the half-light of what's past. To be half-remembered, half-forgotten and half-confused with all those others that also have so easily been lost.

 

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