the last day of augusta hot humid late summer daythe limes lining sedgley road limp leaves lolling in airless heat dusted by traffic; walking to the barber-shop for a shearing I am struck by the realisation: no-one could have told me what I had been because they did not know no-one can tell me what I am because they do not know no-one can tell me what I will be because even I do not know; ergo I revel in the fact that I am.
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