Tingshaws, Bell and Dorje.

Part v.

“Farewell,” said the fox.
This is my secret, it is very simple.
You can only see well
with your heart.

The essence of things
is invisible
to the eyes–

– A. De Saint-Exupery.
(A Little Prince.)

I climbed a steep hill this week.
A real steep hill.
Made me tired.
A bit.
Made me think. A lot.

The weeks over now.
Friday night means a lot in Australia.

It means a lot to me tonight.
The end of something.

I have new shoes now.
The rest doesn’t matter much–

Remember me?



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