It is a long time
before you come unto it, you pass it in an instant, and leave it for
ever. That's too easy, Tom, and
you know it. You've erased the scab you knew was there
but stings
all the more for getting yanked
off. I'm in bed
listening to doves and thrushes and the murmur of Battlestar
Galactica. The actor looks
famous, but I can't find his name. Is that the instant
you mean, so ordinary? I remember walking across the campus of New
South Wales with Hazel Smith.
I have no memory of what we said.
--10
January 2015
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