If between one footfall and the next, the wind can swivel and issue empty threats of rain, for all we know this could be one of those days, unpinpointable even in retrospect, when a dimly held belief begins to melt, say the belief that it’s somehow generous to assume that everyone’s rather like you. An open-ended day promising nothing, but just as full of zipjams, language splashes and thixot ...
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