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‘you must find a tape. We cannot support you indefinitely'.

Distance moves through the dim lines of the inland elms

blue over the green smoothness of the river.

to walk within a hoop of red-hot iron

tangling with the air.

Where the sun shone, there were blue shadows fumed with a humming warmth of insects.

Everywhere there was the ripple and bubble of the lost rain seeking its stillness in the slow river water.

Rain fell till two o’clock, followed by showers and mist and watery sunlight.

like fingers lightly touching a hot iron.

Beauty is vapour from the pit of death.