you never know what is around the corner

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not even if you've been there before...

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welcome back london, beautiful spring let the barbeques begin. things are budding. blossom is falling from the trees and tiny burgeonings of fruit are swelling from their boughs. spring cleaning clears the crumbling cadavers of dust and winter, the scent of birth is on the breeze and eyes are opening after dream-filled sleeps...

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seeds of unfilled memories, persephones doodles, begin to flower, prepare to ripen...

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destined to be eaten, and ... probably ... forgotten...

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love the way the leaves dance .

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lightly, like ribboned garlands round the maypole.

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that's all.

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listening to: John McLaughlin 'thieves and poets'