up on the top of the common
looking over towards the skirrid
and down towards the deserted church in the dulas valley
behind that the black hills
in front of me the skirrid
behind me the ponies
to my right the cowshed
to my left the road to hereford
and, coming up the hill, someone going for a walk
he has gone around me clockwise in a matter of minutes
he is making a circuit
the bench is new and metal framed
behind me the old bench
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tonight. probably zoom beers with howard.
right now. his mum is up and the dog is barking enthusiastically. it is a grey morning so far. horsemouth doesn't think there are any great plans. his mum got on with the washing while there was sunshine (fortunately). there's a nip on the air still (but it is warm enough).
at some point there will be a mission to go and keep the ancestors' graves clean.
it is blok's last day in ravenna. horsemouth will endeavour to do the reading so he can tell you something about it. next week blok is in florence (another major city in his italian poems).
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