We walk past a magnolia stumped to the ground a year ago, now a frail coronet of new leaves on twenty shoots, themselves soon to be leveled by groundskeepers who want less gurgling from the ur-jungle.
Soon enough, ur-air will test us, though now we take to it to test what we can do: coronet, coronation, corollary, coronary. Then the pressure to survive gets up, and we too go off to work. As for work, unemployment at 10% is not unemployment at 20%.
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This crack shows signs of Tung ware (says one of our guardians), which preceded the use of glazes by many hundred years. Why look it up when. This crack shows signs of tongue wear.
We enjoy and have enjoyed a brilliant trippy light. Gone for the goo, as it were, the new leaves. Persevering despite subterfuge, on grounds (these grounds) of passion. Pressing up even if to be cut down.
