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I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is — I am out… Read More

Early one morning I cast to a grey and cold sea under a low misty sky, the waves breaking super white against the rocks. Held hidden in their petrol clear circular hearts were secret steel fish that I felt were hunting there. I imagined the fish moving fast, low and tight to the bottom invigorated by the crystal water, swimming quickly and tracking together in patterns of efficiency and stealth invisible between… Read More