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Greetings!

'A gaping silken dragon,/Puffed by the wind, suffices us for God./We, not the City, are the Empire's soul:/A rotten tree lives only in its rind.'

Friday 2 August 2013

Reinforcements...

.... still arriving, freshly minted, at the depot:


While the previous draft begins to take toy soldierly shape:


And there is beer to be drunk:


New journals to be perused:


And new books about the not so long ago past to be read:



Yes, Alf R. Ont has a small holiday.

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