Flakes of the life of a sensate man; random notes and pictures that endeavour to capture capricious thoughts, largely of unreasonable and mysterious origin, before they leave forever the wandering mind of a life pilgrim stumbling towards the point where parallel lines meet. “Give me the sensate mind, that knows The vast extent of human woes!” M. Robinson Angelina II. 1796
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If I were a solitary creature I just might relocate John, although what would I live on? When I was very young (12-14) I wanted nothing more than the life of a wandering hobo (certain American novels did that to me). Now I wonder if I should have stuck to my "dream" of peniless wandering.
Glad you walked in the Stirling snow with me, from afar, by the way (assuming it was me).
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