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At the place called Staveley, cafe by the road, with a bit expensive but good long black, I catch a breath, not feeling like going a long fast hard way, down to unknown Geraldine, I look at the bench under a tree (walnut?) and feel like sitting there in a special kind of peace, where one is blurred with everything that surrounds him, people, voices, chatter, birds, wind, sun... water, rain... everything accepted with a smile, with understanding and non-understanding at the same time... accepting in wonder.

Staveley, 28.1.07