I fly from.a city of stale towers to a primeval land -
I breathe thin air high above a pathless forest -
I travel by canoe along unknown rivers -
I see strange flowers -
I escape from there -
I see the mark of the earliest gods -
I see trees dancing -
I hear the Greek talking -
She no Penelope -
Saturday 1 May 2021
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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