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[title] => late september walk
[time] => 2002-09-28 20:20:00
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[bodytext] => Late September Walk
The day is partly overcast shadow and light chase each other up and down the hillside. The landscape is greening now, where I come from, up north, the land is paling, hardening into a long winter. Tiny lilac flowers grow under olive trees don’t know their name but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. Only the almond tree is leafless and unpicked fruits hang like Christmas baubles that have lost their shine. Soon new shuts will come and it will blossom into the most envied tree in the valley. Walk on the old road it is cartwheel wide too narrow for cars and has fallen into disuse, but for generations to come will be a healed wound across the landscape. In front of me a bird, blue and white, has fallen out of the sky, pick it up its beak is grey blink its eyes and dies, put it on a stone that is the extracted molar of a Neanderthal man. Its soul is still in the palm of my hand and I gently blow to set it free and sense its flight as a gentle breeze that makes leafs on a carob tree tremble. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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