Sunday, June 03, 2007

Wo aber Gefahr ist, wächst
Das Rettende auch.

Like so much of Hölderlin, sort of portentous crap, sort of true.

Had a walk into town, damp from a brief, light rain, floral air, yellow pollen swirling at the margins of puddles.

Some bridges won't be burnt, no harm in trying, I guess.

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