Monday, October 16, 2006
JOURNAL: autumn afternoon
Crisp clear skies of that faded blue which seems almost transparent. A little sunlight of the kind that warms the mood but not the skin. In brief, London in autumn. Indoors, no fresh flowers and a depleted larder which will be remedied early evening with a delivery of organic vegetables and Irish soda bread. The storm of last night abates to an extent after a night spent in vigil. Yet there is movement afoot. Tomorrow I shall refresh the altars ready for an accounting, a marshalling of forces.
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