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| Walking In Pimlico Lutyen's porticos float past me. The pavement of the Pimlico grid undulates under foot. A tree and then a lamp-post come up to pass me by. Notices in a window - "Sales and Letting" meander into view. The computer-mind, a passing message: "Too dear for me!" comes up, then carries on into infinity. Legs, chest, arms tailing me, and a triangle of orange-peel upon the pavement pops in and out of the void and back again. This and this and this, then this: "Wealthy beyond compare - lillies of the field', also enters the space and passes on. Jacqueline Pilton |
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