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Where are you?
At the table outside.
What’s on the table?
An empty mug of tea - so a mug of no tea -
this laptop, my glasses case, four opened letters, an empty bowl formerly
holding muesli, a black biro and a freshly sucked dry pomegranate.
What can you see from the table?
Blue sky, the colours and fall of autumn,
flowering fuchsias and cosmos, a red rose, airplane trails and a cat.
What can you hear from the table?
A fly? It might be a bee… it’s a bee, it’s
just visited the cosmos….. a dog (far off), birds, voices, a distant car…
What can you smell from the table?
Roasting coffee. Weird. There’s no
explanation.
Wishful thinking?
No, I fancy another pomegranate.
Is there one?
There is, but I will have to move to get
it.
And you don’t want to move.
No.
What’s the table made of?
Wood. (editorial note x)
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