tombstone talk & work that city

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in bunhill fields, i muse upon a day gone by,
as the old man dances amongst pigeons and squirrels,
as he chirpily approaches the animals and ignores
my unexpected attention. i leave the scene of damp stone.

in bunhill fields, a japanese~english couple converses,
holding william blake in the middle, she dances
in front, besides and beyond, chanting soft words
her man responds to, as i peel an orange.

in bunhill fields, in the shadow of ancient trees and
new sky rising buildings, i weep, as i clutch my feet.
walking the city has once over killed me gently,
as the spouse of the young japanese woman whispers,

you're a sap, to his young woman, who agrees. 
london, december 16th 2012
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but no rest for the wicked when tinyWOOLF is traveling. taking it all in, she found peace and quiet on the quiet side of a sprightly sunday morning, on fulham grounds,

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following a soft treaded trail through the fulham road, after which she boarded a bus, taking her all the way through the city centre and into the eastend,

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having her sniffing fir trees as if it were christmas already. the noise, the sprinkle, the tinsel town, the tiny shops, the life. 
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oh, and arnold circus, remember? {i will show that later, shall i?}

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ending it rather nicely in the {almost} village of putney, place of present settlement. images are being loaded as i write, but hotel is serving ALL of the hotel guests, me thinks. i am rather living the rises and fall of a virtual snail, and i just don't know yet where to this slowness will lead. i will add to my flickr pages as i go along, a regular check would be sound advice for the interested. ☻
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to think i'm this lucky with the weather. i feel a million dollars, walking areas i know and some that i don't. battersea park, e.g. so many times i have seen it on the map. at long last i cut right through it now. on foot. 
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albert bridge. it is called a weak bridge (trespassers should stay well below a certain weight - that's a message for lorry drivers, of course) and wholly in pastel. why pastel, i wonder? 
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the city. since i forgot to walk a strip of it on the weekend, i ended right up in the thick of monday business. monument took me by surprise. and UP! the city never looked so beautiful, and at my feet! ☻
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yep, despite the vertigo up she went, counting all 311 steps both ways, for some dutch courage. on this clear day, i found it not too difficult to convince myself of a hero{n}'s flight.
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knees shaking though. 
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talking of which, variations on a gherkin, or 30, st mary axe (official business adress)... 

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and when drenched and blue, and no other place for me to turn to... there's always nigellissima to throw about some weight in the kitchen, via venice. my image collection for the week is growing, and you find it here. 
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thank you. ♥
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