I'm sitting in the silvery Golf - Anne's driving - the pale blue sky is feathered with cloud - there's bitter snow to the north of us -
We're coming up to the Plunkett Drax Wall - we've just passed a pub called The World's End - the wall goes on forever -
Last night, I watched The Great Beauty again -
I'm thinking now about what Jepp said to one of his lovers -
I've decided -
I, too, won't do what I don't want to do -
08.41
February 1 2015
Approaching Wimborne
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