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Sometimes it feels like something is clinging to the space around you like a cobweb. Choking you in a spiritual dustiness of years past and years to come, of longing, and the very taste of existence.
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Fresh air, breathable space. We took the horses up to the forest this morning and oh how I’ve missed it. Today it is orange, firey orange, the shrubbery and the tree trunks. Reaching up to milky green leaves and branches. It’s so beautiful. There was a group of deer standing staring at us along one avenue of trees, quite far away, but visible and beautiful. The horses stopped stock still to look at them for a while. Eventually the deer moved on and as we walked forward we followed their movements through the trees until the disappeared. I feel lucky today.
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by david wilkie
Occupy Bristol
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