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River Diary
“Now overlap the sundials with your shadows” - Rainer Maria Rilke Morning There are no answers. The river is too busy reflecting trees on the far bank and healing its mirror after being gashed by a passing boat. The whole morning with its clear, crisp air and sunlit space is simply getting on with what it has to do - letting the day's story unfold in time. And so it is with me, unfolding into my own space, trying to heal the things that do not reflect what is truly real. Evening Like a gnomon on a sundial, the Newport power station's tall chimney casts its long shadow across the river. It seems to herald a sense of hurry as evening approaches. Soon, starlings will begin to loudly bustle for roosting positions in the nearby plane trees and fruit bats will take flight lifting a dark ominous cloud into the night sky before splintering into countless wings. They are like messengers from another world. But who will hear them? I walk home, my thoughts seeking shelter in the familiar, deep in my own denial
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