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It is Friday. I have less than two weeks left in the UK. I am currently on my own, deep inside Kew Gardens, far enough that all I can hear are the birds, the wind in the trees and the 747s taking off at Heathrow. A week on Wednesday, I will be on one of them, bound for the Pacific coast of the United States.
It is so peaceful here. I somehow got to steal a couple of hours in a place where worldly concerns seem irrelevant in comparison with the stately grace of trees that were planted before my destination was, well, a destlnation. Off the edge of the world . Here be dragons, serpents &c. There actually be, more realistically, decent Mexican food, good weather and a significantly double-edged, sink-or-swim chance at a new life.
I had better go blow up my lilo and my water wings, then.
It is so peaceful here. I somehow got to steal a couple of hours in a place where worldly concerns seem irrelevant in comparison with the stately grace of trees that were planted before my destination was, well, a destlnation. Off the edge of the world . Here be dragons, serpents &c. There actually be, more realistically, decent Mexican food, good weather and a significantly double-edged, sink-or-swim chance at a new life.
I had better go blow up my lilo and my water wings, then.