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Wetness reflecting street lights, leaves glistening, soggy, stars twinkling, sparkling, everything touches me in one way and another, this beginning of the day when the way things are is flattened, when the leaves are themselves, and the leaves are me.

Yesterday afternoon I walked out with the intention of writing, and having a coffee. I ended up in the Camden Arts Centre and was there for about an hour, wrote a page of notes. Notes, not unlike music. Practising.

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