THE SEIZING OF THE CAPE
Well, here we are. Two sizes too short and two
moments too distant. Far away the better of
me takes the cake and climbs the steeple. I
am living like a medievalist - all wise and
limber in what I do, yet capable of slow progress
and a slothful composure; walking these fields
now - one harrowing harrow at a time.
Well, here we are. Two sizes too short and two
moments too distant. Far away the better of
me takes the cake and climbs the steeple. I
am living like a medievalist - all wise and
limber in what I do, yet capable of slow progress
and a slothful composure; walking these fields
now - one harrowing harrow at a time.
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